I got another three weeks before I'm moving to Sweden and when I look at my life right now.. I can't even believe what a waste it is. Teenage scum, fucking junkie.. Both describes me quite well. Staying out until 3am, but to what purpose?

I'm not unhappy, by no means. It just bugs me a bit that I can't really do much with my life at the moment. Being single doesn't help with that, as disastrous as my last relationship was I at least knew there was something there. Something to work for. Am very glad it's over, but can you see my point?

I've applied for a job but it doesn't seem to go anywhere. The school which was supposed to send me home studies are delaying it quite a bit.

Leaves me in a state of indifference. Go out, stay in... Whatever.
My family is barely a family anymore, hence it's not really something I spend too much on. Part of growing up, I suppose.

Lost motivation to work out as well, because.. well, I can't work purely for the sake of health, neither do I care much about if I got a jolly beer belly or a ripped six pack. Used to train to my limit to improve in boxing, but I've had to quit that as well for the moment.

Oh well, I'm moving soon. As much as I'll hate leaving England it'll be a new start again. Can only wait and see what happens. Ah.