Monday, 27 October 2008


Dad, It's Actually Me and God who are Depressed...

words like that keep jumping out like some kind of tourettes syndrome, like sitting at the table, usually eating dinner alone (yes, I arrive in this house at times when I need to escape, neighbour, have cleaned up flat despite having flu and no electric or hot water for a few days, hm, who dirty the kitchen grime gets around the microwave) I nearly said:

'Mum, I am a failure.'

But, heart to heart words like this never seem to get out into an actual conversation and that is where all the problems lie.

In fact, this whole town has gone mad. be continued.

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