I’m back at university now. Classes start tomorrow, which means getting up at 7:00 starts tomorrow. I really don’t care much for being here right now. It’s weird, trying to get back into the school “groove”. It’s only been two weeks, but it feels like longer, and also shorter. It’s just really weird.
It doesn’t feel like yesterday, it feels like longer ago. It doesn’t feel like it’s only been a day, but yesterday my uncle died. It’s a really really weird feeling. It’s the first time anyone’s really died and I was old enough to understand. An aunt of mine died when I was really little and I don’t remember that much at all. My nana died a few (more than a few) years ago, and I was sad then. I cried and I understood that it meant she wasn’t coming back. But this is the first time someone has died and I’ve felt… I don’t know how I’ve felt. I don’t know how I should feel.
I’d like to write, but I don’t really know what to write, and it’s making me sad, and up ’til now, I’ve been, well, I don’t know what.
I guess it’s no fun for anyone to read me going on like I’m going to make some sense and then saying “I don’t know”, so I suppose I’ll stop now.