and 11 days later here i am.

moved into my new room last night. for the first time in my entire life i actually have my own room which i don't have to share and which is not connected to any other room.

it feels strange. found it a little difficult to sleep. after all, i have been camped out in the living room and sleeping on a mattress on the floor for over 2 months now. it really is strange sleeping on a bed again.

but i guess i have to do it, if i'm going to move on. i moved to the living room because i couldn't sleep on my bed. and now i have to face the bed. weird. face the bed.

i got through the first night although i was restless. but i made it through just the same. and i know it's a long road but i will be fine. i'll take it a minute at a time.

so every night i will sleep in my bed, and wake up in the morning and do what i have to do and go back to bed at night. hopefully i will get used to the routine and i won't have to think anymore. so there.

i don't think this is making sense. oh well.