How ironic

I stayed up really late the other night with Stvn having one of those intense conversations about 'secrets' and family stuff that nobody else ever gets to know. I didn't tell him everything about the past but I told him quite a bit, feeling safe in the thought that it is all in the past and nothing to worry about anymore, then today low and behold everything happens again and I'm back to square one with fucking everything.

One improvement though, is that I for once demonstrated more self-control than I ever thought possible. Not only did I actually prevent another panic attack but I didn't cope with things in my 'usual way' but I'm not going to go into that because Heather's the only person that will ever know about what that is/was.

ON THE PLUS SIDE, I went to Dry bar on Friday to see Chris' band, The Minx play along with some others and it was actually a sick night. Met some lovely people :}.

Then last night, Saturday me and Heather went to see George's acoustic set at The Met. I wasn't sure just how fun it was going to be as it was a 2 and a half hour set and I've never sat still for that long before but as well as being obviously talented, there could be nobody better onstage because it was pure George and his awkward sense of humour.

The tables all had little candles on too, it was really pretty.