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I don't think I'm really in a stage where I can keep a diary right now. life is pretty much okay. I just had a huge fight with Pia and Pat and the more I force myself to look at the situation honestly, the more I don't want their friendship. I'm having a fling with a hot Navy boy - he leaves Sydney in like a week which is perfect cos I can have fun and then he's gone and yeah. he claims that he (quote) 'really likes me' but honestly if I had to put up with him on a more permanent basis he would drive me crazy. I've been going to the gym and I can tell. So what was the point of writing this? I've been sitting round Brendan's house all day (not the Navy boy) with my phone turned off to avoid my parents. I feel kind of... listless I guess. a little hollow. I don't know where I'm going next.