Pain (90.365)

Today is going to be a miserable post, so I apologise.
I’m usually on the giving side of unrequited love. At the moment, I’m very much on the receiving side, and it’s just as painful. What’s worse, is that I know damn well it could be requited, but the eagerness with which it is requited is [...]

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Holy fuck, it’s been a good weekend.
A really, really, REALLY good weekend.
I have some really fantastic friends
I think Adam, who I spent most of this weekend with, summed up how I feel about life right now by a line in a text message he sent me last night.
“For two completely morons, we do [...]

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Copy of an e-mail I sent to Brennig on Sunday.
Subject: Today.
Message body:
Well. Technically yesterday.
I went to Stratford.
On a Sunday.
I had pasta.
And a coffee.
But I WASN’T seeing you.
It was bizarre
xxxx

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Probably best to inform you of what’s caused the sudden crash in my mood whilst I’m feeling fairly okay.
In a nutshell, all of the confidence I’ve been gaining over the past year or so has drained out of my head via my ear. I can’t find things about myself I like anymore, I can’t understand [...]

Surprising – (85.365)

I came home absoloutely furious. Fire was practically leaping from my hands, I was so angry. I decided that now was the perfect time to call the tax man about why he’s taxing me £204 from my £800 salary per month. Only whilst so fired up could I shout with the adequate power.
Only to speak [...]

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My mood has nose dived. I spent most of work either in or fighting off tears. I won’t write about what’s going through my head, because you don’t want to read it, but it’s not been this bad for a long time.

China, revelations, and other words that don’t rhyme with misery (83.365)

It hit me today that I was supposed to be on my way to Hong Kong in a week’s time.
It hurts.
My world tour … I …

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This is going to sound absoloutely stupid, so forgive me.
But a lot of famous people’s relatives seem to be dying recently.
Liam Neeson’s wife. John Travolta’s son. David Cameron’s son.
Is there some kind of conspiracy?
I doubt it, but I’m trying to find out what kind of conspiracy would link these three people. Thoughts?

A scene from today (81.365)

It’s a sunny, but bitterly cold day. Nevertheless, people are at Barry Island Pleasurebeach wearing nothing but short shorts and strappy tops, and the three women sitting outside the café on the promenade are happily slurping at Mr. Whippy ice-creams with chocolate flakes.
“Have you heard from Adam, Cah?” the elderly one says, ice-cream dribbling down [...]