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.
Sometimes you just feel slightly grim. For no particular reason. It’s been a good week (except for The Lady M being very unwell yesterday), sleep is back on track (admittedly
The Ghastly Future There’s something about the morning that just feels rich with the potential for horror. For a start I don’t like the morning. It seems an unnecessary part
I’ve been avoiding doing this all day. It doesn’t help that I’m not getting to sleep on time and then not waking up when my alarm goes off, thus neatly
