I feel... disconnected. Like someone has pulled out all my plugs, all my links.

And I just can't figure out which bit goes where anymore so I remain all alone with just a quiet beep-beep-beep ringing round in my head to tell me that I'm missing out.

I'm lonely.

Here's a synopsis of my life;

-University is now more interesting but also requires more work. Don't you just hate that? I'm finding I can also handle dissection more, which is gross but good I guess.


-Am working both at my old job and casually at the easter show selling ice cream and coke, look for the girl who undergoes major emotional conflict every time she sells a fat child an icecream.


-The reason I am working more is because I need money.

-I need money because I am moving out with my boy. This should happen within 3 months or so.

-Moving out is complicated, I'm worried about how I'll cope, there's like bills to prepare for and budget like stuff. And the boy, sweet though he is, is useless at organising anything.


-However I need to get out, I really do.