Actually, I'm starting to be mildly confused, a LOT. It's just one of those things. Like I have good days - aside from those couple of days where I felt beyond crappy - but on those days I still want to self-harm, and I still do - which doesn't make sense to me.

I got paranoid last night about somebody finding my stash. So I relocated it to a place which I hope is not obvious.

I got Sköll boots! Well, I got the ones from last year recharged anyway. Well sort of. They...

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So I got a call from a no-number. Unfortunately, my cellphone was on charge, and I was in the loo, so I missed the call, and they didn't leave a voicemail and haven't called back so I have no idea who it was. I figure if they're desperate to talk to me they'll call again, but I am a little worried that it may have been McDonalds regarding a job . . . so yeah.

I rang Mum yesterday afternoon to give her my good news about being able to stay here a while longer, and she gave me some...

On the very bright side (or not), I think the 3 - 5 days insanity was attributable to PMS. Although that's crappy, I didn't do anything major, so I'm not too bothered.

The real good news is as follows: I had a tenancy meeting with my property manager and with Leisa today, and the outcome is that my tenancy had been extended 6 months until the end of July, with a review in 3 months, and if things are still going well at the 3 month review, then my name will be referred to something...

I feel like I'm just going in circles, repeating the same mistakes, over and over again, with no way out, and with no hope of something brighter. I feel like I'm wasting so much. Everybody always talks about all this potential they see, that I have, and I know it's there. And I know it's wasted on me.

What's the point of intellect, if you can't apply it? What's the point of musical skill and talent, if you hardly ever get out your instruments, or sit down and compose? What's the point...

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My new bed came today! So, as I'm using Google Chrome to do this entry, hopefully I'll be able to show you pics.



This is where everything was after the bed collapsed.



This is the rest of my room, because I'm a show-off....

I read people's blogs, and sometimes I see tumblrs, and all sorts of stuff on the internet. And I think, I love these people so much, and I guess they have no idea. You're all beautiful, all of you. And you're all worth so much more than you think you are. And I want people to walk up to you every day, and tell you how amazing you are, and tell you that you're loved, and hug you, and be there for you. I want you all to know. Because there are people on this forum whom I have loved in the past, and...

The insides of my nostrils. Are constantly. Itchy. There's not even any snot or anything. Tey just ITCH and it's driving me batshit, what a stupid place to have an itch that you cannot scratch.

My bed broke. As in, collapsed. For no reason. As a result my head received a fair bashing on the bedside cabinet thing. I still have a lump. It's not as sore as yesterday, but it's still sore. I took apart the old bed frame last night, I'm going to make a coffee table out of it. Leisa came...