Wanted to write lighthearted post about how I am a bit hopeless with Adult Things and how I've spent the last hour looking at findaproperty.com and wondering what I'm missing about all the places that look nice, but I can't. Be lighthearted, I mean, that's exactly what I've been doing. I don't believe I can find anywhere nice, is part of the problem, I fundamentally believe that wherever I move to will of necessity be bloody awful because, you know, such is the trend of my life at the moment. I don't know why I'm bothering looking anyway, mind, because my mother will whitewash anything I think I like for her own random reasons and then I'll end up somewhere she thinks is good enough.
And I'm a bit scared of living on my own again, though it was always the only way I was ever going to survive living anywhere. I don't know what I was thinking, really, with this.
Oh, and my back's getting worse again. I kind of want to scream.