Diary Of Some Sort Of Life #4

Sunday, 19th February, 2017 07.52 The pain I feel today is immense. Blamed for someone else’s actions. Like people don’t have will of there own. And all because of my feelings for them. Why be afraid of being loved? Of someone wanting to look after you? Of someone willing to …

Diary Of Some Sort Of Life #3

Saturday, 18th February, 2017 08.38 Awoke. Not refreshed but content. I remembered my elder some had managed to save my Mexican wrestling mask from when I used to live with them. Plus, a drunken purchase from China arrived in the post. I know what you’re thinking. What a dick! Right? …

Diary Of Some Sort Of Life #2

Friday, 17th february, 2017 07.18 Christ! I hate running at the best of times, but first thing, for the train. I feel sick.  At least I got a seat. Otherwise, I’m paying £17 to stand up! On the upside, I’ve been paid so I’ll quickly pay my child maintenance to …

Diary Of Some Sort Of Life #1

07.31 Usual, beyond usual. Rolling through all the places I have, at one time or another, played, run, drunk, loved. Now, just a blur of station signs.  Ram packed tight. The lucky ones, early enough, to be seated.  My mind has free roam at this time of the morning. Untethered …