2005 was one heck of a time. I started the year with Katie in my arms, after recently splitting with the peculiar Gemma, and ended it stoned and quesy on someone's sofa. I got kicked out from my mum's place at the start of the year, just before finishing my exams for the beginning of the summer, and eventually split with Katie again. I got tuned into pot and tried some other stuff, eventually becoming a stoner. I learnt to really loathe my job, my mother found God, and i dated someone i really shouldn't have dated. I don't think i have many regrets, either, but i realised just how little i feel i fit in with where my life is at the moment. I shouldn't be here. Where i've been is ok; Reading Rock Festival with Katie instead of Lloyd; stoned in the Forbury with Bryce; down Mandella Court COUNTLESS times... but where it's taken me, i'm unhappy with. This is more an account of what has happened for me, than an entry to be read by anyone else. I never seem to be able to what's happened this last year, and since it all came back to me today, i figured i'd write it down now. But, right now, there's stuff to do, so i gotta go. Fuck.