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I've almost forgotten how to do this, post an entry.
I'm rockxstarxgirl btw, in case you haven't looked at my profile page. And I'm back.
I've gone through a lot since I last posted, which I know was a long time ago. You can ask me about it if you like, I don't mind talking about most of it because it only hurts if I think about it a lot, just reeling off the story shouldn't do me too much harm but I'd rather not go into it if you're not all that interested.
It's all led to me changing my life about and trying to decide what I want. Right now what I want is to get away for a bit, see somewhere different from this little Valleys town which, as much as I suppose I do love really, is killing me at the moment. It really is like Satellite City here, only without most of the funny bits. The old London-love is rearing its head again, and I don't quite know what to do about it. I didn't do anything last time, just dreamt about being older and living there with some really cool people and maybe actually graduating to being a cool person myself. This time, I am older and don't have the things holding me back that I did before, yet I'm still doing nothing about it.
I'm having a night out tomorrow but don't get too excited, it's only Tredegar town. A trawl of the old men's pubs on the one night they pretend to be Cardiff nightclubs and there's not actually an old man in sight. The Castle plays some random good music sometimes, like the first night I went there and they played a few Amy Winehouse songs - I sat with my double vodka (ridiculously priced for Tred) and sang to every word, feeling slightly more reassured after that. Until I bumped into my ex who I hadn't seen since I'd finished with him two years previously. That was a shock. But we ended up talking for an hour or so, til one of my best friends' older brother caught up with me. We used to hate each other from the age of six until he left school, but that night we talked and talked until chucking out time and did the same thing the next two Saturdays. Then he left for uni the following week, some four hours away. Typical.
xxx