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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Same old same old

I don't have the energy for it. The energy not just to BE happy but to keep it up. The trouble is, every time I try and then stop, it's like starting over, exactly as it was in the beginning, and sometimes worse, which is hard for people to understand. Especially my mother. 'But you... Continue Reading →

A Social Media Failure

I tried to win at YouTube but no one liked my stuff, I tried Instagramming but my art's not good enough. I attempted blogging but had nothing much to say, Plus all my decent posts were depressing anyway. Facebook just got too much, I had to leave it be When I saw my ex having... Continue Reading →

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 →

Coma Story Part 4

I found out that I had contracted flu, which had turned into pneumonia extremely fast. I had then developed a wonderful complication called ARDS. Also known historically as 'shock lung', your lungs basically fill with fluid and stop moving. It has a fairly high mortality rate, and from what I have read since joining support... Continue Reading →

Coma Story Part 3

There were more, and odder, dreams. There were some which are still particularly disturbing, including one in which it felt like I was being sexually abused. I have never ever spoken about this. It's hard to talk about something that probably didn't happen because I was sedated at the time, but that feels like it... Continue Reading →

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