Hurrah for it nearly being April. That's one month away from my birthday month. I like May a lot. But April is nearly as good. It did, after all, inspire my favourite ever opening line of poetry:
'April is the cruelest month'
I've never got over how beautiful that statement is... but I suppose it does need to be followed up by the rest of The Wasteland to be properly 'arresting'. Still, t-s eliot was writing that spring is a difficult time for people because it reveals wounds. well... i'm not sure spring will be like that for me this year.
i'm feeling more and more positive about things. recently decided to move out of my current place, owing to the mentalness of a certain craaazy housemate, and into a bigger place where i'll have more of my own space to play with. the new boyo and i continue to go from strength to strength, although i am realising slowly that relationships don't have to be either one thing or another - hearts, chocolates, flowers and flames or catastrophe, depression and not wanting to get up in the morning... we're working on getting to a middle ground between the two.
we were discussing the other night how much easier it is now that we're approaching issues as a team. it's been great to lean on my friends (and to be able to) over the last few years, but it's also nice to be able to lean on someone in a different way. i'm slowly getting hooked into it. hook, line and sinker. :-)
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