Mystery of the disappearing people
All my housemates have finished their degrees, and have now disappeared for good. It seems that all my friends are dropping off the edge. I still have another year to go, and sitting here in an empty house that for the past two years has been home to some of the special people in my life is a strange feeling. It is the end of an era, and the beginning of a new one.
Each of my housemates have their quirks, such as the inability to stay silent or being unable to shower in less than 4 hours, but the fact remains that I have enjoyed living and sharing my life with them over the past two years, and wish them the best of luck in whatever is round the corner.
In the meantime, I have Bryan Adams to keep me company, with helpful lyrics such as:
I’ve been wandering around the house all night
wondering what the hell to do …
well the phone don’t ring ’cause my friends ain’t home
I’m tired of being all alone
Got the tv on …
days go on and on, and the nights just seem so long
Even food don’t taste that good, drink ain’t doing what it should
things just feel so wrong …
I keep driving up and down these streets
trying to find somewhere to go
Yeah i’m looking for a familiar face, but there’s no one I know
oh, this is torture, this is pain, it feels like I’m gonna go insane
I hope you’re coming back real soon, ’cause i don’t know what to do









