Carry.

What an odd month, I have not had internet as we have moved house (pictures to come).

We now, dispute our meagre funds, live in a really pretty little manor in Staffordshire. It’s really lovely and I like to hang out of the windows to watch my landlord everyday carry his wheelbarrow around and his wife trimming the pretty topiary. I can really feel the benefits of leaving behind my beloved London and Norfolk in favour of Prizme’s home lands...

Despite falling apart mentally and feeling deeply repressed by this odd character who is trying her upmost to make me feel uncomfortable in my respective friendship groups I have come to terms with a few things.
Firstly I shouldn’t care what people think, simple as it seems it’s something I have needed to accept, and had not done so prior to this month.
Secondly life is very short and we are all likely to die before we want to. So don’t be unhappy in the time we have here, easier said than done.

I am being boring.

What I mean to say is, I’m trying to be happy, difficult feat when you are an entirely melancholic person but I will try.

So here is something I was messing around with, I have been holding back on showing anything on account of those people, but fuck it. I like taking pictures and love talking to people online. I will not stop and I want to be here more.

For all of you that I owe messages, I will do it this week, I promise.