I don't know how to feel. 2009 has been the year of death. although, I could say that about 2007 and 2008 also. Maybe I'm just more aware of it. I miss her. I miss the way she smells, the way she laughs when things arent funny, the way she licks my face when she goes to tell me a secret. I miss the colour of her skin, and the sound of her voice.

I feel so lost, and I'm such a moany bitch.

I just got back from Barbados, the jetlag is killing me, I'm so sick.







I'm twenty in two weeks, I'm losing my hair, I can't imagine not being a teenager anymore, i feel like such a child still

The really good news? My recovery is going really really well. I have three more weeks until I'm completely discharged from the programme, almost a year since I was diagnosed and admitted. It's felt like the longest year.

I have some amazing people in my life, one person in particular. I don't want to spoil it, but things seem to be going really well. I think I'm falling in love again.

This site kind of bores me now, I don't feel any attachment to it. if and when I shoot and submit another set, I think I will remember what i was so excited about, but for now the one set a day thing means I get angry when i see amazing sets that don't get bought, so i've stopped looking altogether.

Sleep time. xxx