I get a little wistful when I visit Michelle's house, because she has a wall covered with photographs. I haven't taken many photographs in my life, so I've missed out on the opportunity to document the things I've done. However it's a little strange sometimes seeing old photographs of myself, as I often can't remember how I felt or what I was doing in that period of my life. It's similar when I go through old schoolwork, or university notes. I think, 'did I really once know these things?'Occasionally a smell or a chance saying arouses an old emotion, a glimpse of how I once felt, but then it goes. I'm very prone to nostalgia because of these brief flashes of emotional memory.

Mum's moved out of the family home, but seems to be coping well. Last night I drunk a LOT of alcohol for my birthday celebration, and my friends got me a chocolate brownie with a candle on it. I was mucho touched.