Saturday night in. Didn't feel like going out tonight.
Everything's been getting to me recently. Been feeling shitter then i have for a longggg time. Stressed out NEED TO GET AWAY FROM IT ALLLLLL. HATE HATE HATE.
(Rant over)

M is away in Wales at some kind of random festival/party/gathering/weirdness.

I stayed here, hoping to find a trap door to fall through into a glorious land of enchanted excitement and fulfillmenty things.

Been trying to do paintings but i'm shit.
I never used to be, but i am now....People will tell me it's because i don't do it enough... i will reply with, "yeah you're probably right, I should do it more" but deep down i'll know that it's actually just because i'm shit.

So all these dreams of art land aren't for real?? heh.
Rock star? Dream on
What IS the point??? 'Cos i've been looking for ages and i'm fucked if i can find it and i'm so very tired, I don't have the energy anymore. Wondering if i ever did.

Ohh, distant shores...come, come to me!, because i can't get to you.