Things are going pretty well. I was coming home on the p lane yesterday, and i had spent the entire time writing and finally put away my book and pen, when i felt the need to write down how happy and content i was just in that moment.

I still am kind of. My house situation is good, but then kind of not. There is one housemate who can be fairly overbearing most of the time, we were all hoping that she would somehow calm down or something. But she hasn't really. She just has this way of talking rather loudly, and always having to be right, or make a point about every conversation we have.

Soon i'm just not going ot talk to her, because it takes too much energy and i can't be bothered.

Other than that i got to visit a boy that i like, and we were together, and that made me happen. A lot of stuff happened, and i think i'm changing in the way i think about things. I don't know if it's maturing, but it's something. I've become such a different person in the last year. But a better person i think.

Sorry i don't write much anymore, i try and still read you all. But i've lost interest. I'm not even much of a livejournal-er anymore. I still write a lot. Heaps. It's good, i'll never give it up.