Before the hardcore zelot in you screams your holy mary's no i have not found Jesus Christ, Allah or Jehovah. But since re-arranging my room last week i have,noteably, re-arranged my life further than i could have imagined. I know who, and what i want. I got my A-level results and i was pleased. Very pleased. And yeah, if you're a cock to me i will rub it in your face so leave me alone. I'm fully enjoying being a recluse asides the special people i text/email and the people i make time to see. Making plans that don't involve 99% of you is very exciting and exhilerating, i'm whole heartedly embracing the fact that people = shit. (god bless the philosophers in Slipknot).
Currently laying on my bed listening to TBS and contemplating, I am going to do yoga once i've finished talking about myself and intend on getting up early to go for a morning run. That time of day where mist still hangs in the air and just breathing outside makes you shiver. Like i said, fresh start. Which for me is going to involve working a little bit. I have yet to start my extended project (fuck) but I could have bigger things to worry about, like a £240 phone bill (oh shit clare i'm so sorry).
I've had a good week, i'm full of hope; someone press a flannel to my head and check i haven't got a fever. I've just found faith not only in myself, but in letting go. I sound like an arsehole and it's because right now i am, i denied your plans because i've denied you. If this what it feels like to have faith, consider me saved.
'I'll make damn sure, that you can't ever leave, no you won't ever get too far from me you won't.'
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