It really, really, really could happen, When the days, they seem to fall through you, Just let them go.

This is Somerset.

It may be one of the dullest places for an 18 year old to live; the extent of the nightlife a JD. Wetherspoon in the High Street, and Envy up the road for Fridays and Saturdays- if you don't want to be drinking in your kitchen or garden.

Sometimes, it's beautiful.

Sometimes it's infuriating.

Sometimes it makes me miss everywhere I've ever been.

Sometimes I'm glad to be home.

But then I guess there are trees and sun everywhere, and my attachment, and hate come from fifty years of other people's decisions, choices and preferences.

Sq.