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.
Ah a day off, opportunity for endless lying in… Or waking up even earlier than intended. Win. In any case I’m off to try to snag cheap tickets for Skellig
‘Nother night, ‘nother morning. Today feels better, or rather, I feel brighter today. It’s the up and down which is exhausting – not knowing how I’ll feel when I wake
I’ve just told my Brain Lady that I was abused as a teenager. That’s true. I don’t think i’ve ever been able to just say it to someone like that
