One girl's battle with life
There are many things I will associate with my late mother. Cheese and wine. It didn't matter what day it was. A Friday or a Tuesday. Mum would put out wine, cheese and some sort of cracker as soon as she walked through the front door. Chocolate digestives. Mcvities, obviously. Nothing but the best, despite… Continue reading Association and loss.
I never related to Bree from Desperate Housewives. Her depiction of finishing her housework then pouring a drink, seemed far from my attitude. Yet here I am, 32 and a half years under my belt, house clean and tidy, washing all done and sorted, two glasses down. Oh and it’s 2:30 in the afternoon. I… Continue reading Depression, desperation and drugs.
Don't look back. I never did. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. You were a memory. A story of my past. I didn't forget. I just. Lived. I lived when you didn't. Because of that, we didn't have anything in common anymore. I remembered something today. When something didn't sit right, you always used to say "it's… Continue reading Dear Gothboy
Theres a spot in my house I've found. A spot in place and time, of peace. In the early, humid spring evening, it's not quite warm enough to have the door open. I'm smoking again so I have to open something. I remembered the large kitchen window has a smaller sash at the top. I… Continue reading Not long until the flowers.
What if what you want is just wrong? So wrong that you wonder if someone just heard you think. Someone with a gun who can point it in your face if they so choose. I want things that don't make any sense. I've long since stopped wondering why, but it pickles my brain every now… Continue reading What you want
Why did my mum have to die? Why, indeed. Why did she try so hard to steer me towards the right path.. when she didn't even know what the right path was? Why did she have to die? I spent so much time away from her. I blamed her for everything. I thought I had… Continue reading Because.
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