So, moving into a flat with my two best friends didn't work out, I just moved back home, and I have my laptop back.
I have a boyfriend and much of my time is spent with him or wanting to be with him, because I have liked him since I first met him four years ago, and now that I have him, I want to make the most of it, before he comes to his senses and realises he can do much better.
Any inspiration I have is almost non-existent.
I just don't feel like writing anymore.
Probably because I'm a little bit depressed and refuse to go to the doctor to see if there's any available help.
These days, feels like my friends don't particularly care or want to spend time with me.
And whenever I'm not with my boyfriend, it's like I've let down my emotional guard, and have trouble recovering it. 
So, basically, whenever I'm not with him, everything seems to get me down. Even, or especially, the little things.
And because of this, I don't really feel like doing anything aside from curling up in bed and crying about how much my life and how selfish I'm being for only thinking about myself when there's so many worse things going on in the world; it's an endless cycle.

You'll get your updates when I don't feel like hurling myself off a bridge. 

Thanks.

Jen.