I really don't do enough of the things that I like.

When people ask me "Hey what are your interests? What makes you happy?" I would have to say acting, singing, writing, horse riding, being out at night under stars or fairy lights, going to the beach, travelling, talking to my loved ones.

I don't do any of these NEARLY enough. But what is ridiculous to me, is how necessary these things are to my happiness. I forget about them, and put them to the side because i'm "too busy." And then I get unhappy and can't put my finger on why.

It's so simple. I need to do the things that make me smile, and give me energy. Let's take the two simplest ones on my list. I live in fucking Australia, and i've been to the beach a handful of times since i've been here. I have skype and facebook and all the technology the 21st century has to offer. Yet I still don't know how my friend is going with her first year at uni, juggling a 6 month old and a job.

I don't know if some of my closest friends are happy, or what they are doing this weekend.

It's hard when you're sad or stressed, and you have no happy place to go to; no fresh memories to recall.

On that note I think i'll go out and look at fairy lights and the stars. HAPPY TIMES.