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It's half term time and in the 6 or 7 weeks of college that proceeded it, I maybe went in that many times. That isn't good. I don't think me and winter are great friends. Being bear-like, I hibernate. But I never was the Bear, I was the Moon.

I'm getting things back on track though, early nights and doing coursework (attempting to do coursework). Last night I had a nap from about 5 and then went to be properly at 8. I slept in fits and starts from there, having increasingly bizarre dreams and waking up to ruminate upon them. I had another dream about Clara. She came back to me but she clearly didn't want to be and she kept trying to attack me with a knife (not even in a sexy way.) It was quite disturbing. I'd quite like her out of my head but she won't let me forget about her. Odd.

Sometimes, I feel like maybe I use love as a reason to keep myself busy. I can't think of a time when I didn't have some sort of overwhelming feeling towards any particular individual, or individuals. I think I'd like to just not love anyone or anything for a while. Just as a buffer. It is good to love though. YEAH?