The mess

It's bad again. I am quitting my job with nothing to go to, for the second time in my life. At least this time I don't have to apply for Centrelink benefits on my birthday.

I just moved too- the timing is so crap.

I got ridiculously drunk last night at a meetup with some friends from school, two of whom didn't go to the reunion. It was fun, I told embarrassing stories about myself, and ended up calling the latest guy and he picked me up and brought me home, and put me to bed.

I don't remember what I said to him either. I just hope I didn't tell him what I told my friends earlier- that I think he could be the one... Nothing like making that statement to someone on a Wednesday, after having only started seeing them on the Sunday. Gosh I hope that didn't happen...

Of course I thought that with the last one too- and we were so incompatible it wasn't funny. I don't believe in love at first sight, but I hate how lust blinds me.

Max is an Aunty, her niece has such a pretty name.

Still writing

But my counsellor and close friends are getting it. I try to write daily, but it's not happening- I need to make time morning and night for it.

I'm still having boy troubles, I'm still struggling with money and weight. But I'm starting to accept myself. I no longer fight with my parents, I realise that they want to run my life for me. I just don't accept or put up with it- walking away is easier than fighting with Dad. I'm moving out on Sunday- and pleased as anything!

I got my nose pierced on Monday, bringing the total bits of silver hanging out of my body to 8. Max and B will notice and tell me. The others didn't... Dad still hasn't, and Mum was disappointed in me.

I've got stories to tell, a life to live and adventures to have. It should be fun.