This is not your fault.

I feel as though I've really grown into myself, especially with the new year. And I feel as though my current apartment is a place I can actually feel like I'm living in.

I had today off, so last night I got high with Mark. And I slept in so wonderfully late today. I ran some errands, and cleaned the apartment. I updated my other blog. I wish Chris didn't forget about it.

Life is so strange. Two coworkers at one of my jobs have tried to kiss me (on different days, thank god). Two men seem to be interested (and it's mutual) but their interest doesn't seem to be very concrete. And I'm dragging along. I have no reason to feel alone, but I do.

I'm not meant for this game.