Oh. So long. I'm not even sure now. Months and months.
I've been feeling great. Best I have in years.
I've been feeling really good. But right now, I'm teetering.
It's not a danger night, so no fear there. I'm just sat, feeling a little teary.
I don't know.
I think I'm a bit upset at how everything is going, y'know?
I work for a company I swore (at the age of about six) that I'd never work for. I live in a town that I've been fighting my whole life to get out of.
Today, a parcel arrived. Three posters from a Sheffield artist I came across when I was at Uni. I got them because I thought they'd make me feel better. I'm not sure that they have.
I've found a job at the University which I'm going to put in for. A friend in the city has a room going in her house.
Rented house and notice aside, I could jump up and leave in a heartbeat.
I'm having a sad and I'm listening to Screaming Maldini, who I know from Sheffield, looking at a poster for "the Man of Steel City", and eugh.
I just don't know.
I'm having a sad, but I don't think that it's the kind of sad that throws me into a pit of despair. I think it's a nostalgia sad.
Why am I even thinking that? It IS a nostalgia sad. Definitely a nostalgia sad.
Pull yourself together, Danny; you're a big damn shiny hero.