16 May xxxxx

I can't believe I found this book from university. I have done so much since last writing in this one. I had assumed I lost this one and just bought a new one to write in. Eight books later and I find this one. What terrible time I was having back then.

In the interevning time I lost this book, a lot of good news happened. I did make genuine freinds with folks I met in primary school, ran into them in a pub party when celebrating the finish of a new community garden in my area.

I have moved and rented that flat block since, the one I bought as stated in this book. Everyone there are really lovely people whom have the most amazing Christmas partys.

I was surprised with myself when I started dating again. It took some encouragement from my mental health group that I was willing to.

I am now house sharing (well I bought the place and its my name on the land deed) with my loving girlfriend. We both had a terrible time with men and found other things we shared in common. Now we wanted this larger house to adopt or foster.

She had a worse time with losing her lovers to tragic incidents. Fostering is going to help her recover out of the void. Make right of what was lost but not forgotten.

It's been ages since I have rambled to myself like this. I guess I was doing something right back when I would stuff book after book of this sort of thing. Its like talking to her, but lacking her calm expression or occasion joke.

I have a art business, its only slightly staying afloat. I have been earning more from doing up empty shop shells then I do saling my art in person. Its sort of the same thing for online sales. I am even recycling in my art sculptures, using reclaimed wood or tins. So my margins of loss is the building repair expenses and professional hires. Its not going to last long given the economic downturns. My profit each sale of units is getting smaller.

Things always work out. We will be fine.