I love making lists. Of course I do: I'm a skilled procrastinator. I spend more time making lists than I do actually ticking things off. I'm one of those people who has to make pretty lists, with perfect handwriting and washi tape and stickers. No wonder I don't have time to actually get anything productive … Continue reading Listing
It's nearly 5am. I couldn't sleep; I've given up. I can't seem to write, either. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a journalist. I don't know what particular kind of journalist; I used to write about anything and everything, even stuff I didn't have a clue about. I just wanted to write … Continue reading Personal account
A slight break from the heavy stuff. Kind of. Everything that I have written here is how I remember it happening. I've made a note of the parts where my memory is blank, and in certain places I have left out detail / incriminating evidence that involves other people because I'm not a grass. I … Continue reading Maybe I’m afraid of the way I leave you
I'm not afraid of being vulnerable, nor of people knowing about it. What I am afraid of is losing control. Not relinquishing control - I'm comfortable with that - but losing it, either so slowly I hardly notice it at first or all at once like a blow to the back of the head. It … Continue reading A heart unfortified
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!