day seven

I'm not very good at endings. I usually find that everyone else is having a party and I'm just feeling a bit low. Today, the end of term, was different. I was rather glad to have missed the party, which was bizarrely raucous, by some accounts. More than that I was quite happy sitting chatting. I think it was that for once I did not feel that anyone ought to like me. I never actually thought that you understand, but I think that's how I acted. As if somehow it was someone else's fault that I was not joining in. But how much sense does that make? Not much, I reckon. Pride finds its way into the oddest corners of our lives doesn't it...