Save your grace

Is it okay to be happy to get away from the town you lived in all your life?
is it normal to want to get loaded every night?
Is it normal that I'm 20 and never been in love?
Is it weird that I'm on a dream university course but I still struggle with motivation?

These are questions I constantly ask myself, I'm sure you have an answer for at least one of them.

Anyway, back in Epsom now. I'm completely broke but I'm happy?
A lifeless month up North is the reason.
Waking up late everyday.
Staying in bed all day.
Constantly arguing with good friends.
Taking pity on my beloved but hypocrite mother.
Failing to pick up my guitar.
Barely listening to music.
Spending nights out with people I despise.
Fighting for meaningless reasons.

I look back now and I achieved nothing.
Not one creative activity involved.
A waste of fucking time in other words.

Guess I'm glad to be around people that don't talk shit half the time.
I suppose most of the journo boys are used to literate conversations.
I'm not. I socialise with musically mindless chart phased idiots.
I suppose thats harsh, I love them dearly but know I've met new people I'm complete.
Even doing a music practice course at college I never actually had a proper in depth music discussion.

In a cheesier term I'm trying to say.. Well I'm kinda glad I met these.. music mad gentleman!