Jesus. It's been a bit of a while since I had a good old rant & moan/tell tale to no-one sessions on here. It's more over-due than I thought.

I'm alive.
It's 3.37am.

On my general life, things are okay.

I have a job. It's not exiting, it's not brilliant, but it brings some pennys in.
I'm re-attending college. About half way through my course, Criminology & Psychology @ Level 3. Which mucho grande luck, i'll be shipping myself off to University in six months time.
As much as i'm dissapointed I didn't do it back when I was 16/17/18, I'm only 21 and it's never too late.

At the moment I have a stable relationship, in which i'm utterly head over heals for the fucker. Poor him.
It's good to be loved.

I'm back in therapy, thats not too fun. I did never seem to get over my self harm obsession. My scars haunt me, they're a constant reminder of what I can do. hich only makes me want to do it even more. Pills & Therapy = Better Joanna.

I'm still making my same old mistakes. I will never learn, it's a shame I tend to ruin everything on which I place my hands upon.

Do you want to learn to speak Troll? I'll get you grunting in no time =]

Y'know, i'm going to update this more. It's good to talk/type.