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Drunk and tired and thinking about a conversation I had recently with M (https://artandinsolence.com) so here we have it, a … More

blah, drunk, free verse, free writing, lit mags, NaPoWriMo, poetry, poetry community, rhyme, writing

Feels

Feeling nothing is still a feeling. So is feeling numb (i.e feeling unable to feel anything). I have a hard … More

blah, BPD, diary, emotions, feelings, madness, mental health, pain, thoughts, writing

April Showers

Stuff & things from April: In the last few years I’ve become an accepted eccentric at best, and a fuckup … More

art, birthday, blah, books, diary, journal, life, London, photography, quotes, stuff and things, writing

Ta-Dah!

I’ve had a really horrific week and everything is awful, but I managed to post something on Hijacked Amygdala, hurrah! … More

bipolar, blah, blogging, depression, Hijacked Amygdala, journal, life, lit mag, mental health, mental illness, recovery, writers, writing

200416: Anything, Honest

“The hands of a clock run in only one direction.” Text from South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki … More

art, blah, books, collage, colour, creativity, fiction, inspiration, Murakami, photography, poetry, quotes, sobriety, writing

Bathwater

He woke with a start. He wasn’t sure what the time of day it was, or how long he had … More

blah, death, friendship, heartbreak, life, love, poetry, relationships, sex, short prose, writing

Waterstones (1)

I was standing right up there, on the tips of my toes up in the gods up with the gods … More

blah, books, bookshop, death, infidelity, London, mortality, philosophy, poetry, revelation, sex, truth, universe, Waterstones, writing

WWSD?

I’m having one of those days where nothing happens, and nothing is going to happen, and everything is static and … More

bipolar, blah, borderline, BPD, creative writing, depression, dreams, extremes, ffs, health, love, mental health, miss you, neurosis, philosophy, poetry, psychosis, quotations, quotes, self harm, Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, thinking, thoughts, ugh, weird, what is life?, writing, wtf

The Most Complex of Questions

You’ve asked me that before. Several times actually. The first time was about five years ago. I wasn’t supposed to … More

abuse, addiction, alcohol, anxiety, bittersweet, blah, blast from the past, conversation, delusions, distress, drugs, existence, existentialism, friends, hallucinations, help me, high, life, love, love or something, memories, pprose, suicidal, suicide, talking, whatever, writing

The Transformation of Passion

At the bus stop outside my godawful girls’ secondary school, where I have stood waiting for so many minutes, for … More

addiction, blah, blast from the past, breakups, change, drugs, drunk, ex's, fuck up, I'm sorry, kids, life, London, love, memories, mental health, mental illness, nostalgia, observations, prose, psychosis, relationships, reminiscing, safe, school, teenagers, teens, time, writing

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