Before I begin, please note that this is a personal account and does not reflect how I think other people ought to behave or what they ought to believe. This post contains discussion of sex and rape - albeit not graphically - so if this is something that will make you feel uncomfortable then perhaps … Continue reading A clouded view
My friend Kai died over Christmas. I'm still not quite over it, in the sense that I still haven't quite processed this information. I keep seeing him everywhere, and it seems normal. Obviously it's never him, and then I have that stabbing pain in my chest - the combination of grief and guilt from having … Continue reading When I die
I had three relationships while I lived in Norfolk. One with the guy I moved in with when I first arrived, one with a guy I was with for a year or so before he proposed and I accepted and then we broke up, and one with a guy I really should have left alone. … Continue reading Tear catcher
I was originally going to write a 'top five worst people I've lived with' but I got to 1200 words about Anne and realised she was going to have to have her own post. That wasn't even everything but I just can't waste any more time thinking about her. Just thinking about her makes me … Continue reading Hippies and hermits and sociopaths – oh my!
Allow me to skip ahead slightly. I need to tell you about the people I lived with in Norfolk, but first let me tell you about someone even worse. When I first moved to Newcastle, I slept on my friend's sofa for a few nights. Well, that's where I was meant to be sleeping - … Continue reading Warning signs