Layla keeps dreaming

Notes

It’s kind of funny how I keep coming back to this Tumblr whenever I’ve had a period of feeling like shit and being tired.

I’ve pretty much been feeling constantly tired, the last few weeks, and deathlines, reports and other such things have not done much to improve my mood.

It’s been over a month since I was last at the gym, partially because I thought I was sort of ok, partially because I didn’t feel like it and partially because I’ve had no time and have been tired.

The summer holidays are coming up, no, strike that, are there, and I’m fat. Fat and tired. On the upside, I’ve got heaps of time from this week on, so I could go to the gym loads. But, there’s also moving out I’ve got to look forward too.

Last week I heard I got the right indication for a guided living facility, so I’m getting an apartment, and in the building there’s, 24/7, a councelor around to help if you needed. That, and therapy/guidance once a weekish.

I suppose it has its ups and downs, though, if I look at it from a ‘healthy’/better eating perspective, it’s better than living with my parents. I’ll be the one cooking (which can turn out to be a brilliant thing or a disaster), doing groceries and deciding when I eat. Gym will be a little difficult, as I’ve no idea where the nearest one to my apartment is, nor how much it costs (because at the moment my parents pay my subscription).

Long and rambling post is long and rambling, but what I mean to say is: I’m back. Yeah.

x Layla