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
"It has been said that "time heals all wounds". I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting it's sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone" - Rose Kennedy The above quote is something I wholeheartedly agree with. Time, definitely does not heal. Time, … Continue reading My ever evolving fear of grief
"I want to be with you everywhere..." As I write this I am sitting on a train to London King's Cross crippled with anxiety. As I am about to embark on the most "adult" experience of my life. Friends and Family have expressed their concern but I just keep telling myself "what's the worst that … Continue reading You are the Music in me
"But I must admit I miss you quite terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby" - Lemony Snicket The death of a loved one is a curious thing. What's more curious though, are the things I found myself clutching onto. I don't know about the rest of you who have experienced a loss, … Continue reading The Bus Pass
"I dreamt about you near me every night this week How many secrets can you keep 'Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow when I play it on repeat..." As of late I have wrote a lot about my past relationships, I find this almost helpful in a lot … Continue reading Do I wanna know?
Next month marks the the anniversary of my break up therefore it will mean I have been a single white female for one whole year. Crazy, I know. Now this is the truth, the whole truth or so help me God. First of all it hasn't been easy. Sometimes, far from it. I spent last … Continue reading My favourite fruit are Lemons or didn’t you know?
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.