February 22nd.

There is this thing that's like touching except you don't touch.

Listening to: Sing - The Dresden Dolls
Mood: Coming down.

I've had a good past few days. Really good.

Saturday - Hung out with Brendan, went to Rozelle Markets, secondhand stores, Reverse Garbage, and a whole lot of public transport. Being freaky with a phone on my head. Deciding that Stanmore is in fact awesome.

Sunday - Went driving with Mum, mastered roundabouts. Fuck yeah.

Today - Watched Ghostbusters (Shut up, Ghostbusters is awesome), found out about a really good job oppurtunity, went driving with Mum again. I'm getting good.

I've decided a few things. But there's still stuff I'm not sure about.
(Because you guys totally love it when I'm vague.)
I wish I knew how to help you cope. Well, I do know. I've done it before. I wish you'd let me help.
Now, to try and write a resume. Ugh. I'm not good at this.

I miss when it was easy.
But life wasn't meant to be easy, I guess.

There is this thing that's like talking except you don't talk.