It’s so wonderful when you feel everything falling into place. It really makes you appreciate every single rough patch you’ve been through. It makes you realise that everything will be okay and that even if it does start to go wrong again, you just have to work towards putting it right. Everything will always be okay if you want it to be.

My friendships are always the same. I can’t keep people around for very long. It’s nice to know I’m so horrible noone wants to stick around.

I’m not a good person. I’m a horrible person trying to do good things to make up for all the horrible things I’ve done.

It makes it easier when I liked the old you and hate the new you. It makes it easier when you’re such an arsehole and I couldn’t care less if you’re in my life. It makes it easier when you continue with your stubborn, proud attitude and refuse to accept your wrongs.

Yesterday I had a photoshoot on the story bridge in Brisbane. When the photographer, model and myself reached the top of the stairs there was a lifeline sign detailing that they care. Further down the bridge there is a telephone with the number of the emergency services and lifeline. It really got me thinking how sad it is that this has to be placed on the bridge. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s excellent that it’s there and hopefully it has saved some lives. But, it’s also extremely depressing that it has to be there in the first place. It really got me thinking.

You know, you should never take someone for granted. If they make out the sun shines from your very bottom, give every effort to keep that impression. If they give their entire heart to you, keep it safe. If they bend over backwards for you, do the same for them. If they sacrifice a lot of things to make the relationship work, treasure it. Because the minute you don’t, they’ll give up. Every image they’ve built of you will start to break and fall apart and every bit of love in their heart they had for you will cease to exist. Love who loves you and appreciate who appreciates you.

Yesterday as I stood at the barrier for city and colour at groovin’ the moo I was so overwhelmed by emotion. I’d seen Dallas and his band play on Tuesday night at the Tivoli in Brisbane and in April last year at the same location, but it was nothing quite like this and I’m not too sure why. But just standing there, singing along to every song and watching him - it was surreal. The person who tends to write the worries you carry in your mind and create them into songs which give you an indescribable feeling - standing before you, in the flesh. It’s weird. You kind of forget celebrities are people. That they actually exist and are living, breathing, sleeping, eating etc in the same world you are. It’s almost like they live in a different world and fly in to play some shows. Standing in a crowd of people, coming together with the one common interest of the band playing is one of the best feelings. Not a single thing was worrying me at that time and I’d give anything to have that feeling back.

I’m really, really excited to move out into my own place. Somewhere that every single thing there has been placed by me, bought by me, chosen by me. I’m excited to go shopping for things to decorate with, things to make it feel not just like a house, but a home. I’m excited to come home and know that this whole space is mine and mine only. To be in complete and utter peace, away from everyone and everything. I am excited to live so independently and I’ve never wanted anything more.

I wish people would understand that I am not a people person. I can not be smothered by someone constantly as it will have me running as fast as I can. I can not talk to people for hours and hours without getting sick of them. I do not like people much. I do not like romance, I do not like love. I distance myself from people constantly because I do not like letting people in, I do not like people knowing things about me. There is only one person who I will never tire of. So please, when I ask for space give it to me because if you don’t you will never hear from me again.

Jokes on you because you’re best friends with someone who fucked you over multiple times and you keep going back. Have you told her that you told me she had an abortion? Have you told her about everything else you told me? It’s even funnier because I have never been wronged by my best friend. Hes a beautiful person and I know he’s in it for the long haul. Every single person you told he raped you knows it’s not true and it’s funny because they now all think youre a slutty bitch who spreads rumours. Imagine if they found out you had an abortion. Have fun playing your cute little games