What To Do? What To Do?

I've landed myself in a complicated situation. I'm worried about this. I worry too much, it's a thing.

I'm even more worried, because it's so unexpected. Normally, I can predict what will happen so I can find a solution for all possible consequences to my actions. Not this time.

Don't get me wrong, I am fucking delighted about what happened. Fucking over the moon. I just don't know what steps to take next. It's definitely a situation for treading lightly.

I'm talking shit. No one will get this except Cathal, and maybe Frank.

Over and out,
Ri. x

Rambling on.

If you took a tour into my mind, you find it hard to see between all the cobwebs.

I like memories-the happy, shiny kind. If I could take all those memories, and put them in a box that I could open whenever I felt like it, I would be as happy as a pig in muck.

I can't do that though.

My memories, good and bad, just tend to hit me at odd moments. Like I smell something, and BAM, memory. I see something, BAM, memory. It goes on and on.

Sometimes, I'm ready for them. I can defend myself from them. They won't hurt me.

Sometimes, I can't. Sometimes, they take the wind out of me, and I deflate. I can be anywhere, anytime, and it will happen.

It's shit. It's a shit feeling.

But I deal.

Because I'm human.

Just Have A Little Faith

I love the trust my parents have in me.

In the last two days, I went for two walks with an old friend, and because he's a guy, Mam just interrogated me as to whether I'm going out with him or not. Hii Suspicious.

She won't believe that I'm not either.

Oops.

Someday I might actually make it home before 4am. It's not likely though.

I had a fantastic weekend, it was pretty darn immense.

Also met a really cute guy who likes Doctor Who. Yes. This is awesome.

Also, hi, you've started talking to me again. Which is kinda weird because you know, you blanked me for like 3 months. Say what?