I slept round a friends house of mine. He’s someone I’ve known for only 2 months and i class as one of my best friends, and the other guys I’ve met twice and think they’re amazing.
It’s this kinda stuff that lets me know that no matter how my little endless war turns out in the end, I’m gonna be okay man. It’s the happiest I’ve felt through all of this.
Tomorrow I get to spend time with 3 people who I think are amazing and then spend the night drunken trying to explain religion to someone again.


2012 has started off pretty shit, but I’ve got a feeling it’s going to end up pretty fucking class.