My mood is slowly being re-established as something considerably more content than where it was previous to being back in Brighton. Things that were nice to return to were:
- My own space. Living with my mother again just reminded me of how on edge I am constantly on just in case I crease a bedsheet or leave a cup on a surface. It’s refreshing to be able to tidy up at my own pace and live at my own speed.
- Love. Someone who loves you, despite me being the most temperamental, horrible, wicked, impatient lover on this Earth.
- Sex. Getting fucked so nicely that you can barely breathe ’cause you’re dying with excitement.
- Exploring. I’m becoming really interested by the church across the road from me. The silence that is always present in churches is really intriguing, so I took some photos and wandered around in there today, despite being scared of the silent people praying.
- Drunkenness. Six of my housemates are still away, leaving just Amelia and I (we are quite similar) to make our own activities. Last night we got drunk on chocolate and wine and watched Tremors II. I love alcohol.
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