All in all February was a bit MAD!
As a result, I am a bit of a mess at the moment. Constant trips to dublin do take their toll. Not to mention the late nights I have when there. But one thing is now very clear, I belong up there. I've never been so sure of anything else. And it's not just the pubs, the boy(S) or anything else. It seems to be the only place I can actually be myself. And what's more, be myself and have people appreciate it.
One thing I want people to understand is that that is the only reason. My mind might be being fucked over by other things at them moment, but I'm just not happy here. I have little or no independence and if I'm to be very honest very few close friends in Limerick.
For years, I always thought that I would never be able to settle anywhere other than my home city but it looks as if the opposite may be the case. I've never felt so smothered and trapped. It actually upsets me coming home, though it's nothing to do with my family. Its just so grey...
I'm counting in hours now, rather than days and weeks to when I can leave. It will no doubt lead to my financial ruination but frankly, I'd rather be destitute than contiue to be so depressed.