I moved. or, to be more specific, I run away to Birmingham.
first week, I didn't even have my suitcase. I just left it in Brighton (huge thanks to Peter... for everything, but mostly for not throwing it out. I mean, what would I do without my cactus dress!).
now, I've never been homesick. but I've also never been completely alone somewhere - it's like being only with feeling your inner self twice as much.
from running all naked around Glastonbury to the household where you... well, have to behave.
there is one thing I know for sure: I can't live without theatre and performing. it's simple - either that or being depressed and crazy.
I've found out about this supergood medicine in a pub where I met Guy. a few weeks after, Clay Lames happend.
me, speaking about my nightmares and exboyfriends.