4.40pm This diary is kind of addictive sometimes. I think I might carry this on right into old age, until I get arthritis and can't actually type any more. I guess no-one will want to read it by then, but I'll write on anyway. Regardless. Not the nicest frame of mind at the moment, mainly due to this song. Contemplating my future, which I know is crazy, because I can't know what's going to happen, so it's probably better to just let go and go with the flow, but I can't help it. I'm a worrier. It's in my bones. And I was writing today about something that made me a bit teary. I guess I should just try not to think about it, but that's not my style. I tend to just babble on about things all the time, whether people want to hear/read it or not. I just keep going, and if they listen/read it's a bonus. I suppose maybe now is the time to shut up and say: I'll listen to your ramblings and try and be less selfish.