Coffee and Progress

So I'm sitting in Costa having been to the doctor, then to Pets at Home to pick up Petal's flea treatment, and a strangely zen trip around the pound store. Time disappears in cavernous stores like these. Until one spies the horror of one's true reflection in one of the reasonably priced display mirrors in... Continue Reading →

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In an ideal world

Here's what my ideal school would look like (it's probably incredibly naive and unreasonable, but I'm indulging in fantasy here) :- Have students elect their own group of 'governor' students who would then be responsible for the school (new ones each term so everyone gets a chance.) The governors would work alongside the teachers and... Continue Reading →

Moving on is impossible

Over half a year. The modern world says I should have moved on. I should be ecstatic to be single and enthusiastically embracing my new life. I cannot. Every time I hear your name, every time I see your picture, the tears begin anew. I cry for the loss of the future we could have... Continue Reading →

Despair

I draw nothing but beautiful faces and figures. My own is showing the signs of age. I was never beautiful, and I defy all those who would tell me otherwise. What I was was pretty. Pretty enough to get by, and certainly photogenic. I'm still photogenic. I can take a nice picture in a decent... Continue Reading →

:-(

Two months since we broke up. Two days before my mother got taken into hospital. It hasn't been a fun two months. So tonight we rehearsed, as the show must go on, and I'm still in it. We rehearsed at your place. Your mother treated me as she always did, polite and friendly. Once the... Continue Reading →

Rocks

The maelstrom within has overtaken me tonight. Churning, howling, furious and desolate. Blinded by darkness, I am clawing for the pinpoints of light. They are blinking out of existence, one by one by painful one. I have fought this for so long, but storms small and large just keep adding to it, until it isn't... Continue Reading →

Not Again

My mother is ill. The general consensus of the medical world is that it is highly likely to be cancer. I haven't even reached the second anniversary of the loss of my father yet. I am not ready to go through this.

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