This is what I’m getting into in counselling today. My old diaries and letters and stuff. Can’t say I’m thrilled by the prospect, but I’m distracting myself by um, writing about it and taking a photograph of the books. See you on the other side.
The other side – totally mindfucked. I’ll have to catch up with you later. For now, only poetry will suffice.
Another day, another bout of introspection. It’s been a nice weekend: quiet, couple of cinema expeditions, some nice beers and a whole lot of sitting about watching TV, reading and
It’s very different writing these entries at the end of the day rather than the morning. I imagine there’s value in both, in seeing either the hope/anticipation/dread of the day
It’s not that I don’t – love them I mean. I only have a few; divorced parents with their respective partners, a brother and a sister (with their other halves
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