Today i unpacked my boxes. Transaltion: irony.

Good afternoon world.

It's boxing day today so i did the opposite.
I opened every note book i have, every box, every secret cupboard.

I read things today that made me sick.
Made me almost honestly get sick.

I cried a bit but im trying to quit that nasty habbit.
I only wanna be sad when its required.
I find crying when i really need to smile about things gives bipolar an even more cliche reputation.

I found some really rather nice things though.
old magazines and such. I clipped out some pictures and wrote on them.
More things for my door collage (once i get more scotch tape that is).

I talked to an old friend today, which believe me is more than amazing.
I really missed Dale. It's been a while.


Mr Dale says:
good - Ive just read all your blog! now Im lookin at alllll your pics....incase u wanted to know lol
St. L i v, for whom do you sleep at night? says:
haha
Mr Dale says:
lol ive come to the conclusion that I kinda fancy you a bit....but dont tell anyone
St. L i v, for whom do you sleep at night? says:
awwwwww
Mr Dale says:
lol
St. L i v, for whom do you sleep at night? says:
and howd u come to that conclusion?
Mr Dale says:
well ive thought u were very very attractive anyway but after readin your blog and lookin at your pics and remembering how nice you were and how creative etc, yeah I kinda do fancy you a lot lol


I waited quite some time for that.



It's officaly been a great year.
And i mean that.