Corey Asleep.

Aside from my never ending, ever procrastinating dissertation on a seemingly determined yet excruciatingly brain draining topic I’d rather not talk about anymore (having been explaining myself to lecturers for the past couple of months is, well, tiring), writing has turned from friend to foe. Not that I was ever a writer or that I wrote exceptionally well. Of course not, of course I don’t. Unlike many talented others, writing isn’t my innate ability. I used to love writing when I was a lot younger however, it being one of the 2 ways to express my imaginations and creativity. 

Shame how much I neglected on language to pursue ridiculous ways to pass time.

I never thought I’d enjoy Uni. Proper Uni life. Strolling to campus, walking to and fro hall corridors, banging on random doors. Getting woken up at an ungodly hour by drunken English boys and girls sign off and cheering after a wild night out. People watching at the cafeteria and by the generously wide window just above my bed. I must have come up with at least 10 nicknames for random passerbys in a month. Hardworking I must say. 

Half of them probably oblivious to my existence.

See, I’ve played The Sims 2 University before and it literally was my favourite expansion pack until newer ones came out that is, then I couldn’t pick a favourite anymore because they were all too awesome and it’d be selfish of me to settle with just one. Uni is everything that was highlighted in the game. I felt like a sim on campus. The best thing about being here is having my own room, my own desk, my own space, a proper single bed to toss and turn at night. I thought sleeping alone would be hard, turns out its actually quite therapeutic. Staring blankly at the clutter that sits on my desk under the dim, Reflecting on life, the day spent just minutes before I knock into darkness.  

Then, waking up to a cool misty gray morning with seagulls diving downwards to sweep whatever bit of food that’s been wasted the night before.

The only thing that crushes my moods is the thought of a particular somewhere I'd like to be that's seemingly near yet far from where I live in the midlands. That, and knowing I’ll have to leave this place eventually.