Not for under 18s. There's nothing to write for it's all just lies and more lies. I don't know what's reality and what's not. What's reality? Right now I'm sitting on the floor leaning against my bed. I feel the floor. I feel the bed. I feel tears in my eyes. I see the screen.…
Thinking about….
I really should journal. But writing on my blog helps me to focus more, stay on topic slightly more. I'm flying and flit from thing to thing in the best of times. Which I'm sure everyone reading this knows. It's that time of month. And it's hurting. A lot. I want to use some cocodamol…
Random 273
Tried to sleep but was thinking and shaking so was up. I'm not sure if I should really post this. I'm stupid. Still shaking after an hour plus. It gets annoying when it goes on and there's no discernable cause. So I went onto my private diary to write about it for tired of whinging…
Journey to life 