first day again
I'm here again. It's been three weeks since the last time I was at my mum's.
in her house I feel the way I felt on the train coming here.
Claustrophobic.
get me out of here
There's a small but constant desire to break windows and chairs, proceed to run out of the house, never look back. (the usual)
It's tickling the back of my mind with it's bony ( Read more... )
in her house I feel the way I felt on the train coming here.
Claustrophobic.
get me out of here
There's a small but constant desire to break windows and chairs, proceed to run out of the house, never look back. (the usual)
It's tickling the back of my mind with it's bony ( Read more... )
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