plain_ol_jane

My legs are killing me.

I went on a hiking trip to Cape Scott, and hiked over 50km in four days. Twenty-five of those dreaded kilometers were in one day!!

I've got sand in my hair, and when I came home last night I was just too tired to shower, so I'll have to do that now.

I think I may be broken. My father gave me unlimited access to Scotch and Wine, and I was unable to drink more than one glass of either. I just really hope it's because I don't like his wine and that he watered down the scotch. Because if I had to give up gin, I would die.

Today marks one month since I last cut myself. I really don't know how I let things fall so far downhill without anyone noticing... not even myself. But I'm healthy now, and that's what matters, I suppose. I'm really looking forward to my move, although I'm torn about what to take... I know that my wardrobe will not all fit in the small bureau that they give us...