Him

He is the boyfriend. This will probably turn out to be a horribly angsty post. I find it really difficult (I’m sure, or at least hopeful I’m not alone in this) to write about relationships without sounding like one of the tragic automated agony aunt posts found in popular women’s mags.
I’ll tell you I love [...]

Day Two

Days. Number one, number two, number six hundred and sixty six. What makes them differ from one another? A prefix, 3-5 letters and suddenly they’re all different. So why is mine the dupilcate of the day before and the day before that. All so samey. The same agitation, the same depression, the same paranoia, the [...]