So, this is the last time I'm going to be watching Glee in Chester, so I thought I'd write a post about it. Not about Glee, about "lasts". I am literally days away from escaping hell, the thoughts of sadness and missing people are all out of the window.
Tomorrow will be my last seminar, my last time up Kingsway.
Thursday will be my last exam, my last thing to do for uni.
Friday morning will be the last in this flat.
I always focus of "lasts", it makes everything a last. I can't wait for my firsts though, seriously.
My first summer without thinking of having to leave everything all behind at the end of it all.
My first proper job.
My first driving lesson.
Things will be good, as soon as my feet touch cornish soil. Seriously, why do my friends want to leave Bude when I can't think of anything more worse? They just don't know how good they've got it. Or they just don't live with lazy, selfish, controlling alcoholics. Oh man, Friday morning, I wait for you with great haste.