Well my shoulders are just as skinny, but I feel they're able to carry a bit more now that my mind is no longer fading away. I feel positive about the new year, a little scared, but the memory of hitting rock bottom will remain a constant reminder to persevere with the plan of getting healthy and strong.
My much awaited housewarming was a few days ago. It was fun minus a few domestic dramas and slight overdosing. Have been having big fights with boyfriend lately and nearly decided single life would suit me more until I woke up without his skin on my own and realised it just wouldn't work. We both need to make changes and adapt. I will remain committed to improving my health. It's getting ridiculous. Dangerous. I'm not only dying but killing myself. Refuse.
Don't want drugs to get in the way of creativity anymore. Need to prioritise them both and retain better control. Confident I can.

My brother gave me a plane ticket to Tasmania for a week. Just me and him. I leave on Feb 7th. He wanted a way to say thankyou for my christmas present to him; a ticket to Tool's concert. At the time he almost had to cut it from my clammy grasp, but now a week with him in a beautiful, new place sounds amazing.
Anyway... I'll see Tool at Big Day Out on the 25th. Six days. Oh em gee.

Life has sort of been one big acid trip lately, vague and sometimes unbelievable, but I feel good and right now that's what counts.