Well, things seem to be working in my favour for once; sort of. We’ve started moving into our new house – it’s grown on me – and I’ve finally had my x-rays taken, I no longer need to see my shrink and I’ve been happier in life, I’ve noticed. I haven’t cried in a few days, and those rare instances where I thought I would, the tears never came. I think I’m just too damn happy to cry over nothing. I hope this isn’t just a phase.

I’m completely obsessed with the song People = Shit by Slipknot (got it on replay right now, baby); a strange song for a happy person to be listening to, I know. Just because I’m happy doesn’t mean I have to lose my awesome taste in music. Har-har. No, I was being serious.

Rap = Shit. Just saying. It’s my opinion.

Speaking of music… some time ago I decided I would take up guitar again and learn how to sing, but about a week into it I lost interest. Well, I’m back into it now – just the singing. Right now I can’t sing for shit, but I’ll learn, you’ll see.

Yes, I know these first few entries have been pretty short, but I don’t really feel like taking a dive into all of that depressing shit right now. Remember. Happy. Me.

My lesson for the day:

If you say a word too much, it loses all meaning. Actions speak louder than words, anyway.