wow, life's fucking strange lately. moving moving moving. yeah, I'm back to not having a place of my own. I'm not sure I've had one real home at all.
I'm on the verge of crying, laughing, swearing, screaming and smiling like and idiot all of the time.
too often I feel like a character from one of my short stories which I've rarely written down. God, this is so fucking weird.
it's so much clashes of feelings of past and wishes of the future and complete and utter new bullshit of my own.
fasten your seat-belts bitches. this is me now.
I'm living.