In less than 24 hours it will be the 14th of August. The 14th of August is the date that life, as I knew it, would never be the same. The 14th of August is the date my Mother died. For the last few days I feel as though I have been watching a metaphorical … Continue reading Two Years On
When I said in my last entry that I wanted to write about "more" and that it could very well be just the bitter ramblings of a single girl in her mid twenties, well, I was right. This next one was a hard and bitter pill to swallow. We first started talking over our mutual … Continue reading The second Boy to (sorta) Break my Heart.
It's been a little over a month now since I last posted. Since then I have come to realise that I post a lot about my Mam, Voldemort (he who must not be named) and even my friends but I have not posted a lot about my Dad. The last time I mentioned him was … Continue reading Troubles with my Father
This time of year is another time I become greatly nostalgic although I'm not sure if nostalgic is even the right word to use. My Mam's birthday is fast approaching, next month would of been her 43rd birthday. I have spoken about my confusion over missing her often but now I have finally put my … Continue reading I wish…
So tomorrow I'm turning 24 and as always I'm looking back just to see how far I've come. There are a few times a year that make me incredibly nostalgic... Christmas, New Year's, Mother's Day, Pancake Day (don't ask) Easter and of course Birthday's, my own especially. So here I am, living my last 24 … Continue reading Turning 24
I haven't been in denial about this one. In fact it's a fact that I have been well aware of. The fact that, for months now I have been spiralling. Not massively out of control or anything but spiralling all the same. Those who know me know this is just a phase. That is probably … Continue reading My early twenties crisis
Last Friday my Dad asked his girlfriend to marry him. The first thought that came into my head was her. Then I got angry. It's silly because they were separated for four years when she died. They just never got round to the "divorce" part before it happened. It's silly because my Dad and his … Continue reading The Proposal