So I'm seamingly back to square one. I am sitting on my old sofa, in my room at Wemyss Road, sick and looking at pictures of far off places and dreaming... only this time it's remembering, too. And thinking. Always with the thinking. Someone told me that that's ok, I shouldn't stop thinking, I should just try and engage my mind in the right way, ( Read more... )

Written on a sunny afternoon at 24A Connngham Road; the flat that was:

It's a strange journey isn't, this. This life? That begs the question as to what 'it is. I suppose that is what we are all wondering, all asking all searching for: the meaning. What is this all about anyway?

I've been angry, I've been upset, I've had a song I used to sing in my ( Read more... )

All entries, memories, info, communities, friends... everything. So yeah, guess that's it from here :) I have a new journal,
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