So naturally, things have managed to fuck up again. Last week I was at The Gadget Show Live (For anyone from outside the UK, it's a big tech exhibition) all week, and am still drained of any energy, mental or physical. Which of course, means that right now is the perfect time for my dad to tell me that he might be moving back to Australia, and wants to know if I'm coming with him.
I don't want to, I mean I've got the next year or so planned out, and rough idea for the three years after that, as well as all of my friends, my girlfriend, and we'd be leaving really soon (Like June-ish). But of course, it's not that simple. I've wanted to move back to Aus for a long time, since I was a kid, and this seems like the ideal opportunity.
I just wish I knew what I should do.

Also, while I didn't know you that well, Matt was really fond of you, and that's enough for me. R.I.P Eva
I encourage you, dear internet friendos, to check out her gallery. She was an amazing person, and I wish I had gotten to know her better

Why can't things be simple...