Reasons why i want/need to move out
Having a separate room for sewing and drawing, where everything is always set up and read to go.
Having room in my bedroom for my bed and clothes would be nice
Being about to have sex without having to be be super careful we’re not too loud or going too fast because everything makes noise.
Being able to have spontaneous sex in the kitchen
Having friends over, the ones I still like and speak to (so two of them) and because they work as well, they can stay because they understand the importance of sleep.
Having my own space, food, couch and kitchen table is a really nice thought.
Being able to be in any mood at all without someone asking a billion questions, making me more mad, or making me pissed off in the first place,
I wonder what the world will be when I see nothing but black smoke. I wondering if this is just a rutt, or the end of my one great love.
I’m looking forward be having my own time to do my own things. A space for my own time, a nest of creation. Yes.
I have a feeling that I can’t talk to you about. It’s more than a feeling, it’s just.. a knowing a knowing I’ll die young. Not young, but not old. There’s something about the idea that says ‘that won’t be you’ and it’s not denial. It’s like something from somewhere else is tell me.
I donno it’s a nice feeling I think, but also a daunting one.
I wish to detach myself from everyone but these new, wonderful people.
It seems I’m always stuck between two things, juggling. I’m sick of it, I can’t juggle and I just keep dropping things, I feel like it.
I wish I could just remove people with a click of a finger and I could just be without any other crap, no bitching behind back or anything. This town needs to be bigger
Everyone else seems to have their own full on intense connections with each other, like there is just them in the world at moments of something.
And there is me, right when I think ibe found that, I’m shown I haven’t. I feel like I don’t have that awesome best friend to connect with. Which is stupid because I love my best friends more than anything. I’m lacking that connection with another girl friend. Closest I’ve gotten is chatting to Jamie. Lacking connection is becoming unhealthy for myself. I feel like I’m ridding low on substance
I can not expressed how truely excited I am for the next few months.
Not that I have saved a fair bit i’m able to find time off from work and get some tattooing done. After my forearm, I’m thinking my leg. Because I’m really not sure how to set out what I want, I’m going to leave it up to the tattooist, I’m really excited to see what she comes up with. I’ve also lately been questioning if i want colour or black and white for my arm, I with i could draw/paint out the out comes really well, and compare them or a tattooist at my house right now, yeah, that’d be better
