It seems as though teenage angst is coming late. I feel out of place and inadequate and lots of other horrible things. I'm never happy anymore and I don't quite know why..my life isn't that bad. The older I get the less I like life. Uni isn't what I thought it would be. I'm a complete loner who just goes to classes then jumps back on the train to go home. I wish I'd have not moved to Portsmouth with my ex...I would have been in halls and probably happy. I'm having somewhat of an identity crisis, having not been single in so long I can't remember what its like to be myself and on my own My group of friends has dispersed and we've all changed. I want to get younger again. Moan moan moan. I know this post has just beenreally sickeningly self pitying. Hopefully the next post is more cheerful than this. I don't even know why I'm writing this...hope nobody I know sees it.