Its strange how things can move on in a year. Like, this time last year I was probably the happiest I had been in a while, everything was so uncomplicated and easy.
You can draw good and bad out of every situation though, and that's not to say I haven't had some good times. But somethings missing. Its true you can be lonely in a room full of people, surround yourself with familiar things but its never the same.
Nice to just do the ordinary "boring" things, and have bad moods and be angry. Not suppress your emotion just because you live in a house full of strangers so feel obliged to be nice all the damn time.
This time next week I'll be looking forward to seeing old Russ, and having a week away from this, driving my car and doing normal stuff.