Friday, Cryday

Everything in my life feels wrong lately. Right now I’m sitting in a cafe, on my own. I just had a meal and some coffee. Sitting here thinking, watching the world outside the window functioning in a normal way, while at the same time I am falling apart, again. Nothing is the same, everything is … Continue reading Friday, Cryday

April 30th ‘18

It feels odd, being back home again. The contrast between London and the place I grew up in is huge. Life is so safe here, so simple, so quiet. It might sound strange, but I miss the busy streets, the strangers, the feeling of being anonymous. I’m not saying that I like to feel lonely, … Continue reading April 30th ‘18