I saw faces outside my window again.

Or rather, people, shadows.
Something.

There's obviously some sort of rational explaination or something. I have 2 cats, it could of been my cats.
Or my mother was in the garden for something.
Or it's stress.
Or it's some mental delusion.

I prefer the rational explaination.

Not much to update in this journal.
I'm still waiting for the right person, weither thats a friend or partner, I don't mind.
I'm still seeing things.
I'm still staying up all night watching movies.
I'm still waiting for my midi cable to arrive.
I'm still lonely.
And I still pretend my problems and emotions don't exist.

Catch you next time.