You Should Be a Film Writer


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Phil killed himself the day after my birthday. The funeral was yesterday. The family asked me to read a letter I had written to him. I cried like a motherfucker. After I finished I laid my flowers in front of his coffin and finger-kissed his photo, and went up the aisle sobbing. People came up to me after the funeral and said I was so brave to ( Read more... )

I had the most vivid real divine amazing disturbing upsetting fabulous crazy depressing unreal dream last night. I cannot do it justice if I write it in here though. Let's just say that I will never forget it, and every time I recall it I feel it both emotionally and physically. It's like a memory of an actual event ( Read more... )

Meet Alia Alice Fritschy-O'Connor!


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Oh God.  I want her in my life again.  I crave her presence.  I miss her with such ferocity that the air is knocked out of me.  I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing - people will tell me it is bad, but I cannot be sure.  She was one of the most wonderful friends I have ever had and I kick myself daily because I shunned her.  I want her ( Read more... )

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In the new flat - have been for just over a month now. Is fabulous. Doing well, feeling well, sleeping well, all is well. Taking time out for me from now until February next year: no looking for jobs, no looking for volunteer positions, no worrying about study and school and all that shit. Going to work on myself, do things for myself. I've ( Read more... )

You know who she is. You see her nearly every day. Even if it's just to walk past her. Bonus points if you have an exchange with her. It doesn't have to be verbal or physical. Even a slight incline of her head in acknowledgement of your existence will do. Anything to do with her sets your heart racing, your stomach churning, your head ( Read more... )