17.

There's this weird part that I hate when I walk back home from town.

The distance is okay, I don't mind the walk.

But just this one, one thing...

I live in house number 4. So to get to my house, I come from the end of the street, where house number 68 is.

And so I begin to walk down from 68 towards 4.

There's nothing challenging about this, it's just a straight road.

But it drives me mad! When I have taken what feels like many steps, I turn and see that I'm just at house 42, which means I still got to walk on to reach my house.

I walk, I walk, I walk, and I never seem to reach it yet.

It's maddening! It's annoying!

All I can think about is how wonderfully warm my house is and how comfortable it would be to finally get there.

But I never fucking seem to reach!

But I know, deep down, that when I do finally reach the end point, it's such a good feeling.

That seemingly unimportant narrative of my sad walk is very literal,

but metaphorical as well.

Cause that's how I fucking feel right now! Grr!

I know I got these few weeks left till I can go home but they seem to be crawling at their own shitty speed and it sucks!

I hate countdowns! Just when I think it's almost time to head back, it turns out to be longer than I expected.

I think this must be psychological or something.

Waiting can make a person go very mad.

Argh! Fuck!

I can't wait to go back! (and not have to think about uni at all for the next 6 months)