Personal blog
Hello,
I am feeling a little. . .
well, , , a little not so well.
it is just a headache. . . so it should pass with some aspirin perhaps.
The cars are getting quite ROWDY outside, , , and there is still this matter of my neighbourhood, , , some not so nice happenings.… Read the rest
‘I don’t want to. . . I don’t want to’
Hehe.
Prolly a bit easier to write when I have eaten a bite.
I don’t know WHAT I am doing, , , (if I am honest. . . aaaahhhhhh)))))))) –
It is difficutl to write.… Read the rest
Ummmm, , , hehe. . . what time is it?
I shouldn’t even be writing these words, , but I am. . . ((and that is not ehb))
Ummmmm, , , lolololol,
i thought ‘i shoulg go’ hehe. . . and I have had more that, , , lol, I can’t even write.… Read the rest
That doesn’t sound too good.
I haven’t even read the post. And I know it isn’t good.
…
It is hard to write at the moment. It is hard to concentrate. . . because I am consumed awith my failings in the past.… Read the rest
There was simply nothing for it.
She needed to get off her **fat arse, , , and get out into the world to see her favourite Ms Herbert.
Mrs H knew that she would be a little late this morning, as there was something she needed to do on the web at 10 AM, , , however, she had kindly said to ‘come when you are ready’… so, , ,
(I suppose I am ready on some level), , , always trying to string time out like it is some kind of elastic, , , at the end of the day it was going to reach its limit at some point!… Read the rest
She didn’t feel so good , , , and she needed to process it.
An entry in her paper diary was good, , , and maybe these things are too personal to share in public.
Maybe just the process of writing, and connecting would allow her t o shake off these blues, , , this insecurity.… Read the rest
There is something on my mind. . . so perhaps I should spill the tea!
I got the sense that my friend was interested in my dating event idea. . . but when I pitched it to them, they didn’t seem to jump up and down about the idea.… Read the rest
Thank you for being my friend.
Thank you, thank you. ((xx))… Read the rest
All that she could feel inside of her was. . .
Well, dear Lala, , , what IS it?
The feeling inside?
It is fear, mixed with disgust, mixed with intense sadness, , , perhaps. . . or is that shame?… Read the rest
They couldn’t want to love her for real if they didn’t feel the need to reach out and open the window to their world, right?
She wondered if maybe her written words were not labouring in the cause of love, in any case.… Read the rest