I’m on the last leg of my way home now and it’s like each bit’s got more and more depressing. Getting on the bus back to Maltby, in crappy weather, surrounded by local crap is no fun. I literally can’t believe I wad sat on my mom’s balcony in 30° sunshine only this afternoon! Anyway, despite the place, I’m happy to see everyone or hear from them so far and I’m so looking forward to my own bed and Bozo (: I always seem to come home full of beans and, detoxed, I guess. My last smoke was this time last week and after a week off, everything always seems clearer. I’ll see how long that lasts, but one thing’s for sure, I’m gonna sort everything out now. I’m fed up of being miserable in pretty much every way, and unfortunatly for me, it’s only me that can change it!!