Misplaced sense of direction...

Where's my punk spirit when I need it?

Where did my sense of direction and adventure go,when did it all become so sad and dramatic?I miss the days where I felt young and free and everything was exciting and new. Because things still are.Life is and will continue to be.But why has my view changed and all I drone on and on about are worries that may not even happen?In all fairness I've always been one for worrying,however,when I was younger it was justified worrying.It was for the right reasons,whereas these days...I just don't know what the point is any more.I mean,I feel I do worry for the right reasons because I care and love and don't want the good times to change.But it eats me away inside,and becomes so over the top and exaggerated,it evolves into something besides the point I was trying to make at first.I know,deep down,that if I do my best and try my hardest in all aspects,there isn't anything more I can do.-If I do all I possibly can do,the rest is out of my power and reach and i've just got to ride whatever's thrown in my direction.
Why can't I listen to my deep-down-ness?Why do I assume it's silly to really listen?I listen to other people telling me the same things.
In truth,i'm few up of worrying now,it's exhausting me and I don't feel like any fun anymore,I lose my inspiration as it's all consumed by stupid thoughts-not ideas to do something productive.
The fact of the matter is,I'm at home now.I am to work in London,and do my best at it.Sitting at home,moping around missing,thinking,worrying about Joe is just not going to me any favours whatsoever.It's not going to do us any favours either,and that's what I most definitely don't want it to effect.So I should enjoy what i've got now.Three months isn't very long.

I am however looking into train times to visit for a weekend,so I can get it booked and look forward to knowing that i'll be going back even if it's only for a couple of days.I think it'll be a good thing to do.I just need to find out when will fit in.It'll be a rushed three months I can imagine,and it will probably take it's toll on me,but at the moment i'm prepared for the consequences as i've not yet found a way to resolve it.But I do look forward to being busy,and starting off this hopefully successful academic year.
It's all about fitting into a new routine.

I hope I adapt quickly!