February 26th, 2007
But apart from that, I'm... I don't want to say 'okay', because that's just such a pat way of summing everything up, and I'm not really. But this morning, I woke up, and I realised that - I don't know since when, maybe a week ago, maybe two weeks ago - I haven't been mulling over the idea of just raiding my mum's medicine cabinet. Er, dramallama, I know. I'm playing the world's smallest violin for myself, believe me. But it's not that I've been all OMG *SLITZ WRISTZ*, exactly. Just that the past while left me finding fewer and fewer reasons to, well, be bothered with it all. I lost - had been losing - a big one, a really main one, at a time when I really couldn't afford to, annnd... stuff. So I haven't really learned how to be okay again, yet. I still end up crying in the toilets, I still find it hard to get out of bed sometimes. But god. Today I woke up and I wanted to live my ass off. And that's pretty awesome, right there.
There've been a couple of people who've been the most incredible friends I never knew I had, through this, hell or high water - I hope you know who you are. Or maybe you don't, and you don't know just how much simply being there has meant to me. I want to be there for you too, and one day when I have a moment to breathe, I will find a way to thank you. Because you guys have been fucking heroes.
