Well I don't care if you don't, and I don't feel if you don't...

Sometimes,I wonder if I am actually doing the right thing.Do I really want to live with this guy?I'm sure it's just because I'm feeling really under pressure at the moment and my emotions are always pretty close to the surface at times like these.So I submerge myself under the constant stream of mounting and the cure.Things will get better after all of this surely.I am scared,I'm wishing this last week away so quickly and it's awful because I know there will never be a situation like this again ever,maybe that's for the best.But still,I want to try and savour it.But it's hard when there's so much going on and so much that needs to be done.But after this,we will be together pretty much every day and I guess that's pretty serious.Right now is the first time I could say that I feel mixed about this.Harsh indeed,but it's the first time I've felt him being a bit of a drag.Still a let down.I don't know.I'm no fun any more.I'm a complicated indervidual...I realise there's a lot I'm leaving behind when I finally get away from the north.Not only the Uni,the tutors,the folks you get used to seeing everyday,but all these people I got close to and have now probably lost.There were great moments here,some dark and some to soon be forgotten.But I've became the person I am due to this whole experience,it's an end of an era. I want to laugh again.I just want to be free.