I keep meaning to post something, I’ve got enough rattling around in my head to keep this thing going for years but my life is getting in the way.
Its not the life I want to be living currently, but its being force fed to me. I do four peoples jobs at work, get little sleep as I’ve been sick recently (stupid cold from hell) and live a pitiful existence in a flat I really hate.
But I’m going to try again, not for anyone else just for myself. Its like my obsessive list writing that leads nowhere – I need to not fade away and end up dead in a flat on my own, being eaten by cats.