NaBloWriMo: Post 10 – Hmmm

Arguing with people is never a nice experience. But even more so when it’s a parent. I don’t really like arguing, simply because it stresses me out, and when I get stressed my face acts up. Seeing that I changed my blog provider, you wonderful people won’t know what I’m talking about so I’ll give you a quick low down. Basically around the summer of 2013 I had Bell’s Palsy, which meant half my face stopped working. Fun fun fun.

So I have to talk things in my stride but that doesn’t always go in my favour – at 1am, I snuck back into (yes back into) my house. I shan’t explain everything that happened but I haven’t slept at all and my mind is clouded 😦 .

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Thoughtful kitty statuette on my windowsill. More thoughtful than me.

Morning world.

NaBloWriMo: Post 4 – No More Sunny Days

Having one of those days where metaphorically it’s like when you think it’s a fart but it’s actually a shit.

I’m confused. Maybe doing what I just did will have severe consequences for me in the future (which doesn’t exist).

Putting friendships on breaks is never easy, especially when it’s with a best friend. I’ve been feeling lately that I’m not actually an equal in thus friendship; merely a subordinate. It might do me some good, might fuck me up and send me over the edge. Just have to wait and see.

No more sunny days.

NaBloWriMo: Post 3 – 2am blues

It’s 2am
And can I sleep.
This infernal thinking
Makes my heart weep.
It’s toxic thoughts
That bore so deep.
That toxicity
Starts to seep.
It’s 2am
Please just let me sleep.

I feel really sad for some reason. I spent all day pushing to blog but I just couldn’t. Hours and hours of trying but I just lay there thinking. Thinking of how fucking stupid I am. But alas that’s something for another day. I’m contemplating completing some gamer tag questions for my next NaBloWriMo post … It’s all thoughts thou.

5am bus journey

On this extensive bus journey at 5am with 2 work colleagues, I’m forced into the mindset of desperation.

Can’t quite put my finger on it but I assume it’s for some form of affection -I mean working a 6 hour shift, with people hooking up and couples making out, I’m left wallowing in self pity because I can’t get that. Being single for my entire life is taking its toll on me.

I’m going to stop with this pity party because it is somewhat depressing to think of. Let’s just get back to my relaxation playlist of Two Door Cinema Club, Bombay Bicycle Club, and Asobi Sexu.

Good morning sleeping world.