I wonder how often people in my stage of life write the word 'procrastination'
Hello, journal. I'm writing in you instead of doing that coursework that's already late. But that's fine. I can barely concentrate enough to do it and anyway, I got so many things done today. Blood, disability office and mind-doctor things all done after up to two months worth of delay. Oh, and I went to the C-card place. That's always a pretty strange one- 'Hi, free condoms, please? How many can I have?'. Months of writing little lists on pieces of paper and I finally got around do doing some things.
I feel the need to stress, more to myself than anyone else, that everything is basically fine. I'm in third year in university (and I'm passing more than adequately), I have a job (that's a lucky one given how many people are looking who need one much more than I do), I have a wonderful support network who keep on proving themselves time and time again whenever I have a little moment and I've got a great new relationship with someone who I already had a long, well developed friendship and trust-relationship with. I'm literate, have a more or less functioning body, am still good friends with my now ex after coming out of a two year relationship. Plus, I have somewhere to live.
And sure, I'm a little subdued and perhaps a little anti-social too right now, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.
And maybe resting up nicely is going to equip me to deal well with things. After all, I'm still on the proverbial way up after a very long psychological bad patch. And I'm at a place in life where I really need to start dealing with things properly and knuckling down academically.
Oh, and I dyed my hair back to something 'round about its natural colour to let it recover for a while. I may or may not be growing it, I'm not sure yet. Last time I grew it for all the wrong reasons. Either way, I'll be getting some shiny contacts, that tattoo I've wanted for ages and some goggles. Stay tuned.
Here's a picture:
Okay, it's mainly my shoulder but I'm sure you get the idea.
I feel the need to stress, more to myself than anyone else, that everything is basically fine. I'm in third year in university (and I'm passing more than adequately), I have a job (that's a lucky one given how many people are looking who need one much more than I do), I have a wonderful support network who keep on proving themselves time and time again whenever I have a little moment and I've got a great new relationship with someone who I already had a long, well developed friendship and trust-relationship with. I'm literate, have a more or less functioning body, am still good friends with my now ex after coming out of a two year relationship. Plus, I have somewhere to live.
And sure, I'm a little subdued and perhaps a little anti-social too right now, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.
And maybe resting up nicely is going to equip me to deal well with things. After all, I'm still on the proverbial way up after a very long psychological bad patch. And I'm at a place in life where I really need to start dealing with things properly and knuckling down academically.
Oh, and I dyed my hair back to something 'round about its natural colour to let it recover for a while. I may or may not be growing it, I'm not sure yet. Last time I grew it for all the wrong reasons. Either way, I'll be getting some shiny contacts, that tattoo I've wanted for ages and some goggles. Stay tuned.
Here's a picture:
Okay, it's mainly my shoulder but I'm sure you get the idea.