This is not a blog.

I write poetry, as you may or my not know. And instead of posting another blog I thought I'd post a poem.

I'm coming up to finishing my first year at UNI and everyone always said I'd 'find' myself at university. Thing is I think that's wrong. I don't think you find yourself at all,I actually think you become more lost. I think instead you learn that you're just a mass of contradictions and one huge oxymoron, but you learn that that's okay...and so I wrote this:

Lost but Living. By Ellie Wood.

Full time pessimist and part time comedian. Full time anxiety issues and free lance smiler. Working commuter and right to unhappiness activist. Binge drinker and comfort eater. Love yourself campaigner and emotional cutter. Tortured poet and broken artist. Wild teen brain in a soaps and cuppa body. Carpe diem baby with an overwhelming fear of consequences. Future terrified and past escapist. In need of a schedule for my spontaneous actions. Financial struggler with an affluent backdrop. Let society define me. Loneliest oxymoron that ever was.

Tis a bit heavy I suppose but you don't make history by sitting on the fence do you kids. Peace.