wow, lots of you seem to have this journal still added..!

hai! *waves*

As you may be aware by now, this journal is no longer being used. It still exists solely as a record of the past 4 years of my life, and because I haven't archived the posts yet.

I have a new journal, that is shared with a lot less people than before. I feel better about posting now because I don't feel like I'm telling the entire world my secrets. If I haven't added you on that one and you feel you should be there or you think I've forgotten you (I might have!) then comment on this post and we'll see what we can do.

I've removed everyone from this journal (well I'm doing it now anyway) so your comments will be screened, but if you still have me on your flist then you should be able to see this post.

Minor friends list cull. Not sure if any of those I've removed will complain a whole lot, as most of them don't use them anymore.

If I have cut you and it upsets you, sorry.

Naww I took a photo of me that I actually like!

I've come back from the psychiatrist feeling lower and more dejected than before. I should be happy that I didn't have to pay (cos I'm a student).. but we hardly even went into anything. He wanted to establish a person to person familiarity wth him and I, which I completely understand, but fucking fix me already.

Its hard enough trying to deal with how I look and what I eat.
Its harder to try and figure out why I feel the way I feel about certain things/people/places whatever.
Its even harder to sit here wondering constantly what I'm thought of by other people. Or by certain people. I don't even know.

I feel like I am stuck in some kind of waking-limbo.
I'm constantly on the verge of crying.
I feel unsure about so many things.

Maybe I should take a time out from life.
Or just people. For now. When I can. (Jade don't worry you can still come over on thursday).


Also, can someone please pick up Polly in Melbourne for me and bring it here for one night, just so I can have my 1920s party there. OR, can someone in Perth recommend a venue that might be decent. I want a stage, because I'm thinking of getting a burlesque troupe to perform. This won't be until late april. My brain will be at least partly fixed by then I promise.

MALCOLM WANTS TO FUCK PATRICK SWAYZE