I like him and most of my friends don't. Dos it make me a bad person for staying against the advice of my friends?
He makes me happy, so happy. He puts a permanent big smile of my face, like the happiest person alive. I'm making more friends and I'm just so happy. I might not be in love but I love him all the same for making me feel the way I do.
His ex wife may have attacked me last weekend (she's in court today to plead, I'm not sure if it'll be guilty or not guilty) but it can't change the way I feel. He was the one who held his arm out so the glass didn't hit my face, it hit his arm instead and then my hand. Police stations are scary at 3am. So are ambulances when your hand is pouring with blood.
The bar where it happened has been closed down because they wouldn't give the police any information.The bouncers stood there and laughed when it happened. How can a place like that stay open? They never even called the police.
This weekend was so nice. He held me in his arms and made me feel so at ease, somfortable in my own skin. Happy again. I don't need a man to keep me happy but it bloody helps. The constant reassurance.

University seems to be going well at the moment, I'm ahead of most of my work and I'm starting to apply for my degree/diploma this week. I was a bit unsure for a while but nursing is definitely what I want to do. I'm applying for a place doing voluntary at the local Macmillan Cancer Care unit which I must admit is a little scary but it'll be so worth it. I want to work with the people who haven't got a lot of time left and make life as easy and pain free for them as it can possibly be. I've always cared about others and it's the ideal career for me.

Things are good, life is peachy. My job is nice and I'm happy. My mums boyfriend spoke to me on Saturday for the first time in I don't know how long.
Things are looking up.