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an unexpected hello from the middle of nowhere!

I am still 6 hours from my town, wrapped up in my handmade blanket and listening to the rain on the tin roof. Daniel is making pasta, Aaron is playing the guitar and Dylan has passed out on the sofa (Aaron and Dylan arrived a few hours ago). I hope you enjoy the photos, this is a beautiful place to be; apart from the enormous huntsmen spiders that lurk the walls hahaha. Please leave your thoughts, I read all comments.

Currently: finishing a tube of sweetened condensed milk.

Day 1:

FAREWELL TEMPORARILY

I WILL BE LIVING IN A SHED BY THE BEACH, IT IS 5 HOURS FROM MY TOWN. I WILL BE THERE FOR A WEEK AND 1/2. WHEN I RETURN; EXPECT MANY INTERESTING THINGS (NO CLUES). I MOST DEFINITELY NEED THE BREAK! SLEEPING IN, SWIMMING, PAINTING, BUBBLES BATHS, NATURE, DREAMS, COOKING MMMM. I PLAN TO SPEND MY NIGHTS NAKED, WRAPPED IN MY HANDMADE BLANKET.

SHI.

So last night I went 'night clubbing', maybe I will enjoy it next time round (if there is a next time), clubbing is such an overrated activity. We saw an unconscious boy and an ambulance attending to him. I almost stepped in vomit three times, and came close to being a victim of chronic butt grabbing. We were in the actual venue for half an hour or so, Alice and I kept turning to one another and saying: "people are so messed up.." Some parts were okay, there was a festival on so police were prancing' about on these beautiful Clydesdale horses.

I called Daniel and went back to his and ate pasta we cooked earlier in the day. I slept like a baby high on chamomile.

I have just completed my last two assignment for uni, tomorrow I hand them in; I have officially completed 1 year. Tomorrow evening Daniel and I are going out to celebrate: his birthday, him graduating/ getting his degree!!! and me finishing for the year. :---DDD

prozac world.

Today I was driving, I turned on the radio:

"man dies in car accident..."
I switch stations.
"woman dies.."
I switch stations.
"Man is stabbed to death..."

I turn it off and listen to the road on my tires.



A nation addicted to depression.