This bit's not about you: She's a Whore.

The last three days have been wonderous. I think I've been more content sitting with my best friend listening to Rezza for hours on end than I ever could be sitting in my room with a cup of tea and Bright Eyes.

"It makes me want to sort my life out."

There was this kid who tried to steal pennies from his guitar case. He was an innocent little child, and he saw the shiney coins looking so easy to take, and he went straight for the two penny coin: the biggest one. He went past the lollipop, the twenty pence pieces, the silver. Two pence. His mother shouted at him to put it back. The man who stood over the money merely laughed. In other countries you get your hands chopped off for stealing a loaf of bread, yet here one person out of however many hundred will just laugh and tell the child that he's not going to chop his hands off. Well, not quite. Makes me scared of the world.

I think the rest of my life will be amazing. I'll make sure it will.