Party like you’re sixteen.
Walking from Denby Dale was not the original plan, but my it’s pretty. (at Upper Cumberworth)
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE I AM
What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn’t starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn’t enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand.
I felt like I had swallowed yeast, like whatever evil was festering inside me had doubled in size."
Sorry for my drunk handwriting but I found this in my pocket from last night.
That one hurt.