Nathrania

is usually something I love doing. An exciting adventure where you can unwind after a big night. Unless you’re doing it by yourself from West End to bown hills at 1am in the middle of winter and all that awaits your arrival is an unmade bed and a stack of gaydar messages from guys you wouldn’t touch with a 10 foot clowning pole.

Walking by myself without any ipod or company means I’ve only got my own thoughts to occupy me so the seemingly neverending downward spiral into feeling crap about myself just continues. I had an awesome day and and awesome evening but as soon as I’m left to my own devices depression just seeps back in.

Life really does know how to throw a curve ball at you every so often!