If You Run

I'm lying in bed. My room is spotless. I have no TV. No laptop. Nothing. My bedside lamp is on and it makes my room glow warm. My radiator can't decide what it wants. We all know that feeling too well. I'm just lying here, under two duvets and a blanket with my headphones in listening to You Me At Six. My room is made up of memories. Everything I look at will remind me of something. A different time. Different era's of my life.
Everything that has made me who I am.
And for no reason at all I want to run away from it.
My pinboard is screaming at me. Its full of everything. Photo's, gigs, art, summer, school, work, holidays, everything.
I have photos all over the place, and they all look at me when I'm in bed.
Photos of all the important people; Hope, Rosie, B, Laura, Dan, Dan, Lucy, Alice, Mike, Alec, Matt, Lucie, Charlie, Ria, Aimee. More people too, lots and lots of photos. On my walls, in frames and on my pinboard. Hundreds of memories. Seconds that became minutes and hours and days.
But I feel pretty empty at this very moment.
Don't worry, I'll be totally fulfilled in 5 seconds. Fickle.
I can't ever sleep when I'm by myself. Its lame.
And now I don't even have my TV to stop my overactive mind driving me crazy.
I found an old jewellery box earlier and so I went through it, that's what threw me into such a weird state of contemplation. I think the last time I even looked at it must have been when I was like 14 and every single thing in there meant something to me.
I found an antique gold crucifix that I was given as a child. Its gorgeous.
I'm seeing good people this week.
Laura, Joey, Hope, Dan, Adam, Fay, Emilee, BRYONY, Sam, Kayla.
And I have a good week of work. Amazing.
And I'm getting a bunny. And she's gunna be cute and have an obscure boys name and live inside and be cute cute cute.

Ohhh, I have a text, I think I'll have a cheeky read of it and try the whole sleep thing again.

Night lovelies, lalala.