Not think about it would probably help. 

It's 11:14 and although it's not late at all, I feel an odd mix of sleepy and not sleepy. Tired but not tired - both inside and out. It's funny, it's been two years plus since I came back and my life is still as fucked up as it was before. Funny how some things never change.

I just bleached my hair this yummy grey-blond-with-pink-streaks that reminds me a little of a lollipop, and though I hated it at first, it's kind of grown on me. Still a little pissy that the extensions are a slightly different colour though. Gfjhpf. The roots were getting all dark and iffy-looking so I decided to hang on till after assessment to either do a touch-up or re-dye. Obviously the re-dye won :D

I've also been putting off my swallow and tree-in-a-box tattoo. Thinking of getting the swallows tomorrow but it would be a little bit of a rush affair. And that's even if the artist can agree and get down to it at the first meeting cause tomorrow's going to be a bit of a dash to get the last bits and bobs sorted before I fly off on sunday. Gonna miss my baby. My baby with his newly dyed hair. Gorgeously scrummy.

Back to business though. I still need to pack up all my rubbish and I'd honestly like to clean the house before the rents get back here for Christmas. Not to mention all the shit i'd like to do with my room in my free time. And the closet.

Different template. Different hair. Different room. Different habits.

I seem to constantly need change.

I think that's why I like shopping so much. :D

note: sorry if this post is a little random and incoherent; there's a lot of unresolved weirdness swirling around in my head. Yes, around all the fluff are actual thoughts lol. I'm tired. I'm a bit lost. And tbh I'm not really sure what to do anymore.