Alrighty... First of all, when I started this site I was 17 and was happily dating my boyfriend-at-the-time, Zac. He was my first in many ways and I thought that I was in love. Well, turns out you can only lie to yourself for so long before it all blows up in your face. Which it did this year. Yep, it took me two years of lying to myself before it all collapsed, or rather... Went supernova.

I started the year living with Zac and trying to get by whilst in a rut of dpression. I was pretty much at the point where, we'd been together for a long time and I'd finally realised that when I met him I wasn't really thinking as clearly about things as I should have been and jumped at the first thing that offered potential security that I could find. So I didn't actually love him, I just loved that he could look after me when I was at such a low point in my life. So once I was out of that low point and was feeling good again, it hit me that I didn't really love him, in fact, I didn't really like him that much at all. Especially after I busted him and his several online girlfriends whom he had cybered with and viewed webcams of on both my birthday and our anniversary... So yeah... There was that too.

But anyways!! We were living together and work was always more important so he was never home, and when he was he was playing the guitar or doing something on the computer so he may as well have not been around at all. And me being me, I need company, I need human interaction or I go insane. And I was. So we got a dog... But then instead of the puppy being mine, he just spent all of his time at home with the dog, again leaving me out of the picture... Well that plan worked.

In the end I was fed up and called it off. He didn't take it well and I now have a hole in my kitchen wall and am missing more than half of my furnature, among other things. And because I was feeling pretty bad about myself, I nabbed myself a rebound boy. STUPID idea. I can't even begin to express just how much I regret that... But he did serve his purpose, as wrong as it is... He made me feel better about myself again in a way... But it wasn't even close to worth it, for oh-so VERY many reasons.

But either way... Callum and I were together for a little while. I was his first (yet another mistake) and he was younger than me so that just proved painfully difficult. But in the end I couldn't handle him anymore and though I'd convinced myself that I liked him... Again I reached that point of realisation where it occurred to me that I didn't even find him REMOTELY attractive, in any way, shape or form. In fact, I detested him. He annoyed me to NO end and I couldnt' stand him in the slightest. So we broke up.

That was painful also and he succeeded in convincing all of my friends that my new group of friends that I had begun to spend a lot of time with had changed me into a drug abusing, club-going whore. So most everyone I knew before my present group of friends were all convinced that I was sleeping around with all of my new friends and that I had cheated on Callum and was drug-fucked and not worth knowing.

Zac eventually moved out. Yes, he really was still around for a long time after we broke up. That was a fucking nightmare, expecially when you get woken up by your drunk ex at 2am just so that he can scream at you and abuse the fuck out of you until you're reduced to tears and sick as a dog.
After he finally left I had three friends move in with me.

Things were good for a while, I was never home as I was always out with friends, staying elsewhere to avoid home and such. I just didn't like being in the house, for numerous reasons. The other three girls (all best friends, having known each other YEARS longer than they'd known me) pretty much ran the entire house, I had no say in anything. So it was better to just stay away. Until things started to get sketchy.
They were a little cold towards me and I felt increasingly unwelcome within me own home. And in the end we ended up having a house inspection scheduled, the very first since I moved in (and the only to date). So I eventually managed to drag myself home that morning and quickly tidied my room. The girls all wanted to have a "talk" with me, during which they accused me of not paying rent and stealing and stated that they would be moving out but neglected to say when. But it was okay, as I found out later THAT DAY that they would be moving out that afternoon. Oh what joy. But even so... They moved out and I left them to it... Big mistake.

They went through my room and anything that I had borrowed, they didn't ask for it back, they just took it. Ash left a note in my art folder telling me how unoriginal and uncreative I was. They put water in my shampoo (jokes on them though, it only served to conserve the shampoo so thank you girls) and they went through my DVDs and switched all the cases around. Seriously... How much time do you REALLY need to have on your hands?
They then took the lock off of the shack door, after Ron(my landlord) had already spoken to them and they'd agreed he would pay to keep it. And they threatened to not reutrn their keys because they had paid for them to be cut. Unfortunately for them, it's somewhat illegal to keep keys to a house that isn't yours.

But the worst part about them leaving was that I was keeping ALL(and I really do mean ALL) of my files on an external hard drive that I had borrowed from one of them until I could find somewhere else to keep them all as Zac had taken my computer when he left.
It took me a while to find somewhere to store it all, but I did. And when I called to notify them of that and reclaim my files, they tell me that they have deleted it all. Which is a big deal considering it wasn't backed-up anywhere and contained photos and voice recordings of my deceased Father.

But it all worked out. I now live with my two friends Boots and Greg, though I'm not too sure how long Greg will be staying with us as he expects everyone else to pull his weight. But still... For the time being, the rent gets paid - Unless Greg misses another week... Hmm...

It took a while, but eventually Zac and I started talking again. We're on reasonably decent terms at the moment.

So I now spend all of my time with my current group of friends and have had some of the best times of my life. They've introduced me to many new things, such as doofs (bush raves) - which are insanely fun - among other things.

I also met my boyfriend(Jesta) through my current group of friends. We've been together for a few months now. He's gorgeous and he makes me happy. =) So things are going pretty well. All I need to do now is find a job and get through Christmas alive and I'm set.

And that's all from me. That is a complete recount of this past year, summed up gratuitously. =^.^=

I apologise for the exceedingly long journal, but at least I won't need to write another one for a while. Lol. And if you actually made it this far in order to actually read this apology, then I thoroughly commend you.

Cheerio my freaky darlings.


~ Ukimou.