Hi, some very nice person brought me this domain thosethatwalk.com a long time ago. I was very grateful at the time, and set everything up. I set up an ftp programme which worked really well. But since then I’ve moved over to the laptop and wanted to use ftp on here, but I have no idea what the password for… (more…)
So the joy that is PTSD has started already. Friday is my birthday and I hate it. I hate everything connected to it. I don’t want to acknowledge it and I sure as hell don’t want anyone else acknowledging it. You know I struggle to write this, because last time I talked online about how much my birthday terrifies me,… (more…)
It’s strange to think that Tim’s dead. He’s always been a constant, someone I could spend a bit of time with when I realised that I hadn’t spoken to anyone in months, or someone to sponge a cigarette from when I ran out. He has been here since I moved in, I considered him a friend, not a close friend,… (more…)
I just found out one of my neighbours, Tim, died. I spend a bit of time with him, have a drink, a gossip, he was a good guy. He came down on Monday and said we should do a night sometime, a few drinks and good music. Then it seems that night he died. It’s shocking actually, how sudden it… (more…)
I got my hair cut today. And fuck it’s ugly. I wanted it short but all the same length. It’s not. It’s too short and all this feathery crap. It makes me look ugly, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I have to wait for it to grow out. It’s not like I’m permanently disfigured or anything, hair… (more…)
I’m a bit of a mess today. I don’t know how to define it really. I’m unsettled, feel like I’m just perched on the edge of a breakdown. I find the tears welling up over the stupidest things. There’s an advert on TV for the SuperNanny show. The subject has no correlation to my life, it’s about a woman with… (more…)