I have to keep moving today or the premenstrual sadness will consume me.

I am back in Surry Hills today. It is bringing up a lot of memories from when I was off my head. It has changed quite a bit, I have to say. It is gentrified. You need a hostess to seat you for a cup of tea. There is a queue down the street. It makes me feel nervous. Exclusive.

I walked down to where I used to live and this huge tract of land has been ripped up to put in light rail to the beach. My apartment is now a boarding house with indefinite stays and the streets to the south are grotty and crusty.

I just want to cry and cry.

How does a town that had so much character become so sterile in some parts and grotty in others. I feel so sad.