Ok, so trying to be a nicer person is kinda working. The only annoying thing is when people still try to one up you over stupid things. Like movies, or, um. Ex-boyfriends. Actually I don’t mind the latter. It’s just not my problem anymore. You have a strange complex because of which you have to captivate the primary (read: sexual) attention of all males in your life including my ex? Fine, that’s your problem to grow out of, and he’s no longer with me so do as you will. I only hope he’s clever enough to see it in time. But movies, for christ’s sake, and small immaterial everyday things, why would you bother? It really doesn’t make you any cooler than me, it just makes you a retard for trying. Goodness gracious. 

Otherwise, life is exponentially better now that I’m trying to be a better, more wholesome member of society. The cold isn’t so cold, the stars are all twinkly, ice-cream abounds and my guitar skills have improved immensely because I have that much spare time on my hands. Smiling at strangers is surprisingly fulfilling, many more smile back than you’d think. Being a nicer person also means that when someone’s mean you don’t yell and scream and cry at them. You outnice them until they feel maybe being mean isn’t the way to go and then they stop doing it and BAM the world is better, which is what I’ve always wanted but never got round to doing it right.

Also, what the fuck Kat. Your subconscious has issues. Yeah those dreams last night were awesome fun but jesus. No good.