Here's to a fantastic 2nd Year at University! Despite the fact I won't be a Fresher anymore, doesn't mean we can't party like we used to!

So, I've been living in my house for just over a week now. It's fantastic. So much nicer than Courts, and it feels....like home. It feels as though I've been here years, yet alone only eight days. I'm happier here than I have been anywhere for a long time. It's great to be among my friends again, people who care about me, and people I genuinely care for. Although the course doesn't start again late September, I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be. Well...apart from Fringe, but that's another thing entirely. 

Looking back on the previous year I can see how much I've changed and grown as a person. Before I left for Uni I thought I was already mature and independent, but moving away from home just showed me how much I had to grow....and me going into my overdraft rather quickly was a prime example of that.

Being a poor student is all that bad. Although most of us have considered turning to prostitution or pole dancing to buy food. Its great because all the people around you are in the same boat, and so don't judge you for owing the bank £700, but still managing to go out for nights out round the town, and its completely normal for a meal to consist of Nutella. Yeah, thats right, Nutella.

I've always had low self worth and self confidence, and I suspect some sort of body dismorphia. My friends are helping make me think more of myself, although they don't it. I still don't believe any compliments that are sent my way, and if anything they make me more self concious, but it's easier to put on a smile when my friends are around.