And so I said.

I'm sifting through old photographs, worn receipts and feeling awfully sheltered in my trackpants and jumper.

So I said that I would write and keep up my projects. I also said that my only excuses for not writing would ever be:
1. Stress
2. Depression
3. Falling blindly in love

I'm proud to say that I was stupid (and probably still am) and very wrong.

My life has flipped around. I've never been so scared yet excited and restless before in any time that I can remember.

I would brief it out but I shall contain myself for now and wait for another time to write.