My second day in Canterbury and I have got a dreadful cold and a dreadful mouth rash (if there is such a thing).
I've started to realise since getting back here that I'm worthless really, all because I'm a very poor communicator.
It's alright to share an interest in many areas but there's more to life than personal interests which I accept. The only problem is is that I really don't know how to start a proper communication with people and as I have never liked or understood sarcasm I can never really grasp the way in which people talk to each other in order to establish stronger bonds. Good communication skills are important to what I want to do in future but as I struggle quite a lot of the time is there really any point in going on?
There are people who can be incredibly quiet at most times but when spoken to can come out with some of the wittiest lines. I on the other hand am like a vehicle going across a broken bridge and falling off at the drop in the middle.
It's probably becuase of how I have been brought up although I can't blame my disablilty for everything but The family I live with has had no common interests running through it, or a continuous sense of humour as I never hear anyone laughing at home.
I don't like being negative about things but in the long term the above shows exactly what I'm really like. Waking up with a dreadful cold and a bad throat doesn't exactly put you in a positive mood though.
Now Playing: Aquarian Dream - Look Ahead
"Hold your head up, don't be discouraged, happy times are coming at you.."
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