It's been exactly a year this week since I left home for university.
It's been quite honestly... the worst year of my life.
If I could turn back the clock, and never have left in the first place... I would.
I left so much of my perfect life behind.
I left you behind.
I've never cried so much in my entire life as I have this past year... and it's still not getting much better.
However, I have hope that one day it will.
It's because of this hope that I don't pack up my bags right this second, and run home begging you to love me again.
I miss you.
I miss home.
I miss my old life.
I have three years left before I obtain my Masters Degree.
Let's hope my broken heart heals before then.
Friday, 27 September 2013
Wednesday, 18 September 2013
Bring The Boys Back Home.
At the weekend, I removed myself from my usual Welsh life and went back home to East London. This was mainly due to my Father and I having concert tickets for Saturday evening to see Roger Waters (Formerly of Pink Floyd) perform the band's groundbreaking album, The Wall.
I've seen this performance in a previous year, and whilst in complete awe at the technical side of things, seemed to gloss over the real message that The Wall holds.
Not this time.
Most of you should know that The Wall is a very political album, completely slating every government that leaves countries starving and hungry while they hold the latest gadgets in their hands and threaten civilizations with bombings. Which... is every government.
This album was written (or released) in 1979.
And yet, every message, every word and every plea to stop the fighting, to bring our boys back home, is still as relevant today as it ever was.
It got me thinking that if the thousands of people just within Wembly, (let alone the hundreds of thousands that went to the entire tour) rose up against the poverty and the prejudice, then we might actually stand a chance to change things.
Instead I got beer spilled over me by a drunken 50+ man and his friends.
It's not too late. I just wish I could do more.
I've seen this performance in a previous year, and whilst in complete awe at the technical side of things, seemed to gloss over the real message that The Wall holds.
Not this time.
Most of you should know that The Wall is a very political album, completely slating every government that leaves countries starving and hungry while they hold the latest gadgets in their hands and threaten civilizations with bombings. Which... is every government.
This album was written (or released) in 1979.
And yet, every message, every word and every plea to stop the fighting, to bring our boys back home, is still as relevant today as it ever was.
It got me thinking that if the thousands of people just within Wembly, (let alone the hundreds of thousands that went to the entire tour) rose up against the poverty and the prejudice, then we might actually stand a chance to change things.
Instead I got beer spilled over me by a drunken 50+ man and his friends.
It's not too late. I just wish I could do more.
Sunday, 15 September 2013
First of Many
Well..
This is all rather shiny and new isn't it?
I've started this blog mainly because I need somewhere new to vent my anger (and love) of the world. Somewhere that isn't limited to 140 characters... and somewhere that isn't Facebook.
It was suggested to me that I began blogging instead.
So there we go.
I'll try my best to be interesting, but then again this is MY blog and MY life... so it probably won't be.
This is all rather shiny and new isn't it?
I've started this blog mainly because I need somewhere new to vent my anger (and love) of the world. Somewhere that isn't limited to 140 characters... and somewhere that isn't Facebook.
It was suggested to me that I began blogging instead.
So there we go.
I'll try my best to be interesting, but then again this is MY blog and MY life... so it probably won't be.
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