I literally hate England. I always knew I hated England but I thought that I at least liked London. But I figured out this evening that I don’t even like that. I thought I loved London because of the skyline and the famous landmarks and the diversity and the hustle and bustle. And then I realised that you get these in any city. The only thing about London specifically that I like is that I’m not a tourist there. I know it well, I feel at home there and I enjoy not being a foreigner in such a famous place. But I don’t actually like London itself. The English weather is really getting me down. Everyone’s having braingasms over the sun and the heat, whereas I just find myself dreading it becoming grey and wet again, which is inevitable. I get SAD (Seasonal Affected Disorder) really badly and we get sufficient UV rays in England for a week at a time, tops. It just doesn’t cut it. Not to mention everyone (most people) in England are just moany gits. I’m being a moany git now. I wonder why? BECAUSE I LIVE HERE. We’re all so freakin’ uptight and unsatisfied with everything, and it’s completely understandable. I don’t want to dwell on politics, but what I will say is that our governmental system is so messed up that it only looks good in comparison to Zimbabwe’s. There’s nothing that sets England apart from any other country, we have no positive stereotypes. We might seem all quirky and awesome from the point of view of other nationalities, but it’s all total rubbish. We don’t drink tea all the time (but what would it matter if we did, tea isn’t even British) and we do not say “top hole” and “chap” in day to day conversations.

I’m going to stay in England for university and I’m going to start myself off as something. And then once I’ve got something to show for myself, I’m out of here and I’m starting again. I’m going somewhere where the gaseous fire ball in the sky actually does something remotely useful, and where the human beings are pleased to be on this planet.