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Sometimes this actually works...Good, that’s what I was hoping,
I don't mind the ramble. It's astounding what a positive attitude can do, wish I could live more of what I preach though haha.Does it still work if you are smiling and crying at the same time?
And my world is not filled with shit, in many respects I am astonishingly lucky - I need to be reminded of that occasionally. I encountered an old school friend recently who’s whole life seems something of a car crash. She is currently battling social services once more, who are attempting to place her children in a less chaotic environment. They were last time I bumped into her as well...
The weird thing is she and I were once very similar, two tiny brunnette dots in a shit bit of brummie town, both abused while still in primary school. By secondary school I had become a fridget bookworm too scared to say boo to a goose. She found comfort with married men happy to prey on underage girls.
Fast forward 20 years and her six pregnancies to my barron womb and there are some that would think me the sad case in all this... but she has a sadness in her eyes that I suspect will follow her to the grave, whereas no matter how dark my moods - I always know they will pass and I can find sunshine in the most unexpected places. Sometimes you just have to look up...
She has never been abroad... I think amongst everything else that might be the thing that saddens me most of all...
Weird ramble you didn’t want or need, apologies,
Never seen a flying deer before? You should look up more
Does it still work if you are smiling and crying at the same time?
And my world is not filled with shit, in many respects I am astonishingly lucky - I need to be reminded of that occasionally. I encountered an old school friend recently who’s whole life seems something of a car crash. She is currently battling social services once more, who are attempting to place her children in a less chaotic environment. They were last time I bumped into her as well...
The weird thing is she and I were once very similar, two tiny brunnette dots in a shit bit of brummie town, both abused while still in primary school. By secondary school I had become a fridget bookworm too scared to say boo to a goose. She found comfort with married men happy to prey on underage girls.
Fast forward 20 years and her six pregnancies to my barron womb and there are some that would think me the sad case in all this... but she has a sadness in her eyes that I suspect will follow her to the grave, whereas no matter how dark my moods - I always know they will pass and I can find sunshine in the most unexpected places. Sometimes you just have to look up...
She has never been abroad... I think amongst everything else that might be the thing that saddens me most of all...
Weird ramble you didn’t want or need, apologies,
I overshare I know, but hey, you lot are cheaper than therapy,
