I've managed to hold off from writing one of these but, here it is. A collection of thoughts, worries, feelings, inspirations and other such vomit, just for you.
So a new year starts, with a bit of luck I'll pass this module, I'm fucked otherwise.
I need to find somewhere to live, and decide who I want to live with, all the while trying not to think about the prospect of Jamz buggering off around the world.
Other than the prospective tribulations, the year has started well, with a few days in Wales and Dorset with Jamz. (This is the first time in almost two weeks that we've been apart for more than a few minutes) The time we spent together was amazingly happy, and we got on just as well as we always do, without any trouble whatsoever.
I swear, this is the best relationship I've ever been in, its completely two-way, and he's considerate and sweet and when I'm with him or talking about him, I can't get angry or weak and pathetic, or alone. It's incredible, and this will no doubt become a tale of how tragically it will end...I can only put that to the back of my mind, and enjoy the time I have with him.
Having just got back to university, I realise I have made some basic schoolboy errors:
Firstly, leaving half a loaf of bread in my nice warm cupboard. NOT COOL.
Secondly, forgetting about the tuna I had at the beginning of December and leaving it to fester in the fridge.
And then there's the washing up I left, and the state that I left my roo