Not broken. I like it.
Mental Health Track 015
I know why I couldn’t breathe yesterday – my lungs were just anticipating the arrival of rain, and with another damp day those poor little old bronchioles feel swollen and
Not broken. I like it.
I know why I couldn’t breathe yesterday – my lungs were just anticipating the arrival of rain, and with another damp day those poor little old bronchioles feel swollen and
I am a hoarder. I keep everything. Even the birthday cards and letters from someone who abused me. I know, right? It strikes me as odd sometimes too. I choose
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