Today finally feels like Spring, but that’s not the reason for my light-heartedness as compared to the heaviness of the past few days. I’m re-thinking my re-think. Today was going to be my day. I’m going about things ‘as if’ it still were…. tidying, doing a last load of washing. But god damn, I wish I didn’t have to go get my tyre issue sorted on my car. That was meant to be done by now. I don’t feel like my lighter mood is at odds with what I’m contemplating. I’m sure a lot of you understand the freedom that comes. I’m just going about things, matter-of-factly. It won’t hurt to take a few extra clonaz, after all, if I can’t do that today, when can I? Still unsure on what the outcome will be. I have around 9 hours to go until I will have to decide for certain.
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6 hours to go. Strangely, I don’t feel any urges to contact anyone from my former life. I guess if you do, it means you still have hope. I’ve made a good start on preparing my bathroom.
Would somebody like to talk to me in the last hour I have? I just want somebody to be there, so I don’t feel so alone. Of course, nobody in my real life has a clue. If you can, email me on Thisism090@gmail.com