Week 5: Stu-dying

But in all honesty, I don't think I've ever really enjoyed uni this much. Hopping around everyones hall room, with the most impromptu Tinder swiping sessions, getting dead drunk in hall and going to an 8.30 class the next morning with a terrible hangover, making a conscious effort to get fitter - netball, basketball, swimming - and actually enjoying my lessons.

I've a lot to be thankful for - people I barely talk to but who've done the nicest things for me, people who I can rely on through the worst of times. 

And I'm back to the usual mess of thoughts that live inside my head - jobs jobs jobs jobs jobs / friends / whats for lunch / jobs jobs / homework / readings / all those projects / will I ever be ready for all this responsibility that comes with this thing they call growing up?  

Make it stop