“I worried that this would replace my self-disgust as a distraction from study, but it didn’t work out that way. I felt good, in fact, as though a bit of full-on fury had opened up the pipes. It helped that doing well in the exams had become even more a defiance of my mother than it was last night. I had more purpose now that my hopes for uni had morphed into wanting to try things out for myself. By lunchtime I was fried. The tossing and turning of last night had caught up with me and I slept fo...r an hour. Even when I woke, I couldn’t face the books. With hands behind my head and only the fly specks on the ceiling to look at, I thought about The Truman Show. For months I’d been restless in a way I couldn’t name, no matter how hard I played Svenson’s game, and now, without any effort at all, I had a word for what I wanted. Escape. There, in my room after my eyes opened, I was suddenly overwhelmed by my need for it, as though I couldn’t bear this house or Palmerston, for that matter, for another minute.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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