Things are looking better; If I felt the need for metaphors they wouldn't be so terrible this time.

I'm not going to try though.


Things are not how I thought they would be. Christ, where did I think I would be now, before? Same apartment?

I thought things would change.

(AHAHAH).



In that situation. Things did  change, by the bucketloads~

And I'm happy!
I'm not stressing out about everything, I don't come home and have some ridiculous breakdown, with or without the company of those which I lived with.
Things are nice.

I'm not so full of sparkles and shades of pink and clouds and all of that garbage this time though. Slightly worrisome, slightly, but for the most part, I think all that excitement from Before was because I doidn't think it would happen. And it did.

And it did and everything went to shit.

So, good!


Good.

I come home now and think about moving to BC and think about future things, without worrying about drugs and cigarettes and dishes under furniture and upset bottles.

I come home now and think about seeing friends, and think about spending time with Tugger, and think about spending time with Tugger, and think about spending time with Tugger.

Because that is my most favourite thing to do.