I've just got to get my shit straight, really. I hate feeling like this. It only happens occasionally. I'm fine most of the time. Sometimes even happy. Or, well, content is more apt. But it seems that for as joyous as I can get at certain points, I'm never going to escape this horrible feeling of emptiness which creeps up on me at these times.

The sky outside is beautiful. I love how unreliable British summers are. Last night it was bright as ever at this time - tonight it's verging on pitch black.

Laura; you are the only thing in my life that really matters anymore.