Well, today was fine. I suppose I should write something positive every now and then instead of just venting my frustration to the internet. I went out walking through the woods for a bit then came back to an empty flat, which meant I could neaten the place up a little (roommate’s been busy with something arty it seems and doesn’t tidy up after himself, typical man) then take a bath and relax. I found a weird picture when I was tidying, sort of like a cross between a Rorschach test and some guy in a suit; I tried not to move anything since I noticed he hadn’t finished it, but I did snap a picture because I thought it was pretty cool (I’ll post it up soon).

Today wasn’t bad, ***** and I went shopping and he actually stayed out with me, as opposed to disappearing back to the flat halfway through the day. Granted, most of the time he was looking over his shoulder like he was paranoid about someone watching him, but he seemed a bit more calm than usual. I got around to asking him what he’s doing with all the black ink that’s always covering his hands and everything else he touches but he got defensive and told me it was nothing. I’m not stupid, I know it’s not “nothing”, but I accepted it for the sake of avoiding an argument. It was a relaxing day for us both. He’s locked himself in his room again but I think he’s okay. Maybe he’s slowly getting over whatever’s bothering him.

Well… I suppose I should explain why I started this blog, though it’s more of a diary. I guess I feel like I need to vent somehow. This blog will probably end up filled with the things I used to talk to my roommate about; he’s been acting distant over the last few months. …It's not fair for me to write his name without permission; it’s almost as if paranoia is beginning to take over his life already, if he knew I mentioned him in this blog he'd surely get angry with me (something that's become continually tiresome over the last few months). I wish he would just talk to me about whatever problems he's having, but it's almost as if he's not there anymore; half the time he doesn’t leave the flat and when he does he’s constantly looking over his shoulder as if someone's following him or simply staring into space; eyes glazed over as if he's daydreaming painfully...

Anyway, I suppose that’s enough about my roommate, I guess I just worry sometimes. I’m not in the mood to write about myself today …not that I really need to.