Its coming down, I am lost. Again. False smiles. Underworld. Dead meat. Suicide motel. Today I am a wild creature, and tomorrow I am lost again. Black swan. Forest fires. Dead wheels. Good times will never return.
Last line…
Stopped writing again, I am too full of something. This unbearable thing. I want to feel nothing. Nothing.
Helpless to help you, want to reach in through the screen and give you a hug Hannah. Please be safe mate, even if it is the last choice on your list. Nothing more I can say, is there? {{Hugs}}
Lola x
*hugs* I don’t know what to say really apart from asking if you want to go for coffee later in the week, if you’re still around? I’m home mid afternoon weds x
I’m so sorry you’re feeling this way. It’s dreadful. (((hugs)))
Hugs
Lola- I am really trying at the moment, am home with my parents for easter so am safe for now. Its, its the once I am back to manchester that will be difficult.
Kata- I am home now, and think that when I wrote this was just about to leave for blackpool. Thanks for the offder though. Hope your ok.
Laura- Things are easing a little, there is something about home that means I have to force myself to be okish.
Emma- thank you, I hope you are okish too, know that you are having a tough time at the moment.
sending hugs from across the lawn *hugs*
Hey, just stay safe, hang in there x
(((Hugs)))
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Chouette- Thanks, I assume you are still in manchester then, if so when I get back do you want to go for coffee again?
Hannah – I am really trying to keep safe and buisy and all that. Keep going through the easter holidays and then once in manchester re-evaluate the situation.
Alison- Thank you
I’m really confused about the comments and days etc, it seems some didn’t show up before :s
Hope you’re okay at home anyway x
Kate- you caught me out. I wrote that yesterday and edited the posting date so it would look like i replied to the comments nice and promptly and not almost a week later.
Haha, sorry! I’ll hide and let you get on now
Hey, how are you doing?
“Stopped writing again, I am too full of something. This unbearable thing. I want to feel nothing. Nothing.”
*hugs* I know what you mean.
Try to remember that you have felt like this before, yet good times HAVE returned.