/love is a risk, to always get hit out of nowhere, by some wave and end up on your own..
I think time is the problem. Too much time on my hands. When I'm at home on my own, over romanticising, under rationalising, over analysing, that's when I'm sad. If I busy myself with things, or see my friends more often, I'm not moping around thinking about what a cretin I am.
I went out last night and watched Donnie Darko with a friend, went for a drive, drank some wine (me, not him :) and I didn't even think about the rubbish I do when I'm on my own.
I think I tear myself apart because I'm bored.
Soyeah. Happy new Rosie. Stop turning down friends when they ask you to go out. And DO something instead of nothing.
Here are some photos I took t'other day when a giant fireball was heading towards the car.