A "friend" said I was "Borderline Emotionally Manipulative" the other day, AFTER, I'd told them I was suicidal. They said they cared which is why they were saying to "get the self-pity out". I'm sorry, but how is that caring? What's worse is this person has been in a bad place before, so for them... Continue Reading →


Poems 1.1

Does Anybody Care Does anybody care about the wellness of me, Or am I destined to be alone and only me, Does anybody notice, When I am not around, Will anyone remember me when I am dead in the ground. Does anybody care when I am in tears, Does anybody care when I'm filled with... Continue Reading →

Two Minutes

For my acting class this evening I have to re-create two minutes of my life in-front of the class as if for the first time, the basic piece read as follows; "The basic object exercise places no emphasis on any particular technical problem. It simply should test your ability to re-create two minutes of your... Continue Reading →


Sorry for lack of blogging, been getting lost in the labyrinth of my mind. I shall endeavour to do more updates but I have a habit of losing track of time. Very glad I have my colouring app, there is too much evil going on in this world, trying to avoid it is becoming ever... Continue Reading →

Trust and Confidence

"Built your walls so high that no-one can climb them" - a line from an Emeli Sandé track, I've taken to building my walls quite high too, it's actually got to the point where even people I should trust, I don't. That isn't their fault, not at all, it's just the way I've been lately.... Continue Reading →

Middle of No-Where…

It's been one of those days when I've felt so very alone even though my partner is in the flat with me. He's at work right now, and will be until at least midnight, if not later, so I am alone right now. So much is going round in my head right now, it's actually... Continue Reading →

Prison of my Mind

A Prison of my mind, endless barriers, dark, endless tunnels, not even Michael Scofield can escape this prison, a prison of hell, solitary confinement at its worst. Plan A you want to happen but are facing the fact that Plan Z may be the only way, the only way to escape. You can plan, but... Continue Reading →

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