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
22/01/2017 I don't think one poorly thought-out letter is going to really cut it here, but what else do I have? I'll just talk, and maybe something good will come up. So... When I think about it, I still feel exactly the same way I did the day I left you in the hospital. I … Continue reading Address