Life has been taking some funny turns of events of late. I have a secure job, which is nice. I have spent so long getting myself to this point, that I have forgotten that I should be trying to make myself happy at the same time. Laur and I broke up about 6 months ago, well, I ended the relationship because I couldn't handle being so far away from her. Looking back, I think I did the right thing as I couldn't make her happy. Now I have found out she is starting something with someone else. I am happy for her, I can say that honestly, and she deserves someone that can make her happy.
I guess I'm struggling to make a point here. I have been really lonely since I moved to Oxford. I have made some really good friends, but I will always feel like an outsider here. I never thought I was the kind of person who defined themselves by the amount of friends he has. Or the kind of person that needs to be in a relationship. Turns out I was wrong on both counts.
I miss having someone I can call up and bitch about how shite my day was, or listen to them tell me about whatever they have been laughing at. I miss having someone to randomly kiss or hug or touch their ass or whatever. I miss going out at the weekend and getting drunk and falling asleep with someone.
2006 was overall a pretty good year for me. Actual things happened, and my life looked like it was going to turn out alright. From May onwards, it just got worse and worse. 2007 isn't shaping up to be anything special either, but we've got 356 days left. You never can tell.