I’m collapsing In on myself. Christmas was awful. Work was boring. I knew they would be but I was expecting to make up for it tomorrow those plans are cancelled now. For whatever reason. I’m sure it’s a good one. But it still sucks. I’m constantly reminded that it’s a new year soon and the… Continue reading Black Star
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
It’s hot. I’m tired. It’s 3:18am and I’m getting steadily more convinced that I’m dying. I’m probably not. But you know how the more you thing about something the more it seems probable? Like thinking you saw a spider and trying to dismiss it but you’re terrified of them so you keep looking for the… Continue reading The bed is lava
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