Getting lost (or in other words, finding my way)

[sporkleflamingo]

Mervyn related his particularly heart-wrenching history to the group over this weekend. Twice, I found myself on the brink of tears, completely exposed in a sterile blank room sitting awkwardly on rigid community centre loveseats. The acute awareness of the emotions filling that contained space were suffocating; it felt closer to drowning than

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Erin go Braugh

[anonymous]

Although I am a little prejudice, this is your best entry since winging your way across the Atlantic Ocean. It gives me a real sense of what it is like to be in a slash city Londonderry/Derry and divided country. Keep safe and keep writing. I hope you learn alot in your last three weeks at the University of Ulster, but it seems to me that the real education is occurring outside the classroom. Love, Tulipa P.S. Send pictures of the cute Irish boy!

[yogakills]

I miss you.