I’d forgotten how blissful weeks can be when i’m able to do all the things I enjoy and forget about uni and the godawful degree i’m enrolled in. When there’s no assignments to procrastinate the days are surprisingly long and I find myself writing and painting again.
I think university finished two weeks ago, I’ve lost track of time now that I have hardly any need for it but my days since have been very pleasant. I’ve caught up with friends, gotten a tan, read books that have spent the semester lying under things in my room, forgotten about. I’ve started running again and going back to the gym and actually feel somewhat connected with my body again. I’ve fallen in love with Bret Easton Ellis all over again, his words are perfect, stories fucked up yet enthralling. I’ve started writing again, none of it’s perfect, most of it reads like something a ten year old has written but I like it.
I’ve been taking myself out & learning how to spend time away from everyone which I think is pretty important. I went shopping by myself for the first time day, lazed at the beach. I think i’ll go to the movies tomorrow. I’m meant to go to a party tomorrow night but I don’t know the people, i’ll be uncomfortable and I don’t think i’m going with the person I was meant to so I i’ll spend my first night at home in a week drinking tea and painting.