I’m Alive
*For a long time I’ve felt really odd. For the first time in a long time I feel like I can breathe. I’m alive again. I’ve moved into the new room I am renting, and I have to say, it is so quiet here. It’s not a bad thing, but not something I am used to. Change takes a bit for me to get used to, but I’ve become comfortable with the silence (for the most part) and adopted a new sleep patern: Wake up at 8am and be ready for bed at 9pm. I usually stay up wanking and txting, and in the morning I have coffee like every other 20-something year old should. I am at peace in my new, temporary, dwelling. Though, I do admit, I get lonely. I suppose that’s something I’ll never get used to. I tweeted Amanda Palmer and told her I...