Things are looking better...

I week or so has passed since i last blogged. Things are still the same but there is a glimour of hope and i think things may get better...

Im coping with Mandurah Campus a bit better. I have some people to talk to during class now which is a hell bonus, but i still have noone to hang out with. Im not doing so well physically though. I have lost weight and im starting to worry about myself. Maybe it was because i was to intimidated to go the canteen at school alone or maybe i am just too busy thinking about other things then to bother about eating. I wasnt really aware i lost weight until one of my mums friend told me. I took a look at an old photo and relised how much weight i had lost in my face and torso. It scares me sumtimes. I think dying of starvation would be a horrible way of dying. I dunno why but maybe how i percieve myself is totally different to how other would look at me. Maybe i see myself as being a normal figure and looking okay but maybe thats cause its what i want to see. If someone bar myself was to look at me i wonder if i would look the same?? just some wierd thoughts i know but hey..

I have met some pretty kewl people over the past week. My english class i would have to say is by far one of my favourites. Its probably one of the only classes i feel completely comfortable in. I met a pretty kewl dude in there who lives kinda close. He has good taste of music but he is more just a laugh if anything. He is hell tanned though, he makes me look like reflex paper compared to him. I have also volunteered to work for Peel Music Foundation. At first i thought what a stupid idea but it seems to be an okay thing to get into. The people there are really nice and out-going to. I was complimented on a placebo shirt i wore at school aswell.. thats seriously made my week.

I think my personality is slowly changing now that im in mandurah. I used to be soo out-going and flamboyant and just a total nut but in mandurah im completely subdued and afraid to come off as a complete dickhead. I miss my old friends, i wish i could see them a little more. It seems the annoying little quirky thing and traits each of them had are what i miss the most at the moment. It sound so cleche but its true. I miss the way we used to argue and play fight, the way we spoke to each other all our little inside jokes even the way we bitched. I sometimes wonder why we moved to mandurah at all. We originally done it because we were thinking it would be a good change. I dunno maybe it is and im still just adapting to it.

Time will tell...