Happiness is awfully worrying. I can't talk about it or acknowledge it, in fear of the truth of the jinx. People see nicer now. Or maybe I just don't care anymore. I haven't seen a movie in ages. Its time to let my mind wander some more.

He keeps me occupied when he's not around. I'm quite quite fond of him. I'm also fascinated by my self-indulgent nature.

Someone thought I was pretty. I can never see my name alongside that. Its the second person to have thought so. Thats two for me :) I will make some money soon. By some, I mean very little. But money is money, nonetheless. And, its mine. Someday, I'l have enough saved up to buy myself a television.

My birthday is on its way. Alcohol entices me no more, and I therefore have no plan. My non- dependence is worrying. Although, the irony does please me.

My cousin is off to England (I think). He's off, anyway. I'm going to miss him an awful lot. Its strange how much I've grown to like family in the last few years.

My time comes to a close. Signing off for soul and body :)