Last post I was feeling shit. I didn't really understand why. But I was definitly overwhelmed by everything. Lifes hard sometimes and I think thats a good thing I really do. It doesn't feel good at the time obviously but its serves a purpose.
I spent time reading the emails that I sent to people when I was at camp. It reminded me of the relaxed, carefree H. Something in those emails helped my mood lift.
It also reminded me that some friends are for fun. You shouldn't pin hopes on them. They'll always let you down. But they will dance and drink and laugh with you. And thats ok.
And I'm happily spending time on my own again. I like it.
I'm getting there, I really am.
H x
