I lean towards you,

with your steady hand, flat palmed;

waiting to show me

where it is that I belong.

Last night improved. I talked through some stuff with Andrew, he's a very good friend/listener with a genuine desire to help. He's had CBT so he knows what parts of that could help me & more importantly he knows how my thoughts tend to evolve, the paranoias, the mania etc.

Spoke to Davey, it's a pretty...volatile relationship, intense, which I like, but I can't argue with him as much as we are doing. I think, he's putting up some wall so that I can't hurt him and let him down like a lot of other people have, so I'll just have to work at getting him to trust me and feel safe with me I think. I also think he's finally realising that when I say I'm not well, I mean it. He told me that he's read about seasonal affective disorder and such a little bit on wikipedia. Progress.

Feedback session in short fiction, gonna have to read out which I can't be fucked with, I couldn't give a fuck about the people in my classes opinion apart from Gary, Charlotte & Adam but I fucking live with those guys.

It's -2 degrees today, i'm so cold that my back hurts aha!