I wish I could come up with ten reasons to stick around. In all honestly if I someone handed me a wad of money and said “here do what ever you want with this” I’d be gone so fast. There would be a dust cloud where I used to stand. I don’t think I’d tell… Continue reading 10 Things
And all was quite Except for the voices in my head. They’ve been reminding me of a lot of things the last few days and today they have pushed me into a terrible mood.. The most active for the moment is the voice of my doctor “it’s such a shame because you’ve got a pretty… Continue reading T’was The Night Before Christmas
So before I get into this I want to say that I have been on job seekers, my brother has schizophrenia and can’t work so is on benefits so I have litrally no problem with people being on them. You need help? I’m glad you’re getting some. However in this particular instance I am highly… Continue reading Rant
Just once. When it’s important. I want to be wrong. This whole situation is becoming a nightmare and it’s all just stuck in my own head. Before anything had even happened I knew they would end up back together. It’s not like it’s even a surprise but I wanted to be wrong so badly.. This… Continue reading I’d like to be wrong.
One of many. Today was not great. I spent the majority along. In my room. Willing people to acknowledge my existence. And listening to the same song over and over and over. It’s days like this I remember how entirely broken I am. Everything is terrifying and being forgotten is one of those things that… Continue reading Today is One Down
I joke a lot that I’ve sold my soul to Bob (the devils crab claw handed secretary).. It’s a thing me an Drewid talk about sometimes when the conversation starts to laps, I tell a tall tail and then everything is simpler. But today, i feel like it might jot be so inaccurate. Yet another… Continue reading Dead Inside
I do not care. Today, yesterday and probably tomorrow. I haven’t really spoken to anyone for a while. And I don’t think I really feel like doing so either. It would be good. To chat with people but I have a big hollow something where my feelings should really be. That place where caring happens… Continue reading Stress, Sadness and A Complete Lack Of Fucks To Give