To all those who wait for answers or updates on stories:
I'm sorry.
Life has been tough since last Christmas, not only did my dad die and leave behind all sorts of shit, my courses at university got harder and more time-consuming. And then I moved out. Now I live on my own, a small flat near university.
It's hard being away from everything I knew, even though I chose this. I just had to leave. Still, it's not easy.
I can cook and take care of myself well enough. But the silence was very disconcerting in the beginning. Now it's easier. Not easy, but easier. It's still far from what I wanted, a space to call home. Without any baggage. But I