Who knew?

I had a good talk with my dad last night. Got a few things clear in my mind. Since my coarse finished a couple months ago, I seem to have lost touch of my senses. It’s coincided with starting this blog, and after if you have read on of my past entries you can probably see I’ve been going through a yo-yo of emotions. Me and dad hadn’t had a good chat for a while, he’s been extremely busy. He was working from 5 in the morning, coming home at night and then re-furbishing the bathroom until bedtime. But we talked until about 11:45 last night and I got some things straight in my head. My dad said he knew what I was going through and that he himself was quite insecure with things and that he was fighting a constant battle not to run away from life. He just said to me “you always have to fight it”.
I got some college brochures this morning, and they have some excellent evening classes for A-level English. I’ll also visit the career’s department and try to get a modern apprenticeship going.
That’s all I have to say today, I’ll write something more in-depth tomorrow, right now I just want to listen to some great music.