Dirty Hands and a Shovel.

I’m digging for the roots of all my evils.

Showfolk.

I just got home after working at an arts and crafts show. The show lasted three days. I am so grateful to be home, all I could think about the entire time whilst I was there was how I just wanted to be put out of my misery. I tried to embrace the moment and make the most of it but it was fucking dull and simply so awful that no amount of positive thinking could turn the environment in to a brighter place. Most of the customers were either really old or fucking annoying; I simply could not be assed to deal with anybody. When I started this job I got a buzz when I sold things, now my buzz is pure insanity. I get ridiculously hyper, I laugh a lot and passers by think I am nuts. They are rite.  I need to go and listen to some really loud music now and release some serious amounts of stored energy. 

Devil Woman.

My worst nightmare just came into my bedroom first thing in the morning to ask me a question, she is my mums friend and I despise her, always have and I am optimistic that I always will. 

Silence.

His sudden silence made me consider he had killed himself.  I do not always naturally think about death but I do believe he is a kind of person that would commit suicide all in good time. And since the last suicide I experienced, I instantly think of death when there is sudden silence.  He is alive for now and life continues to go on. 

Freak Out.

I blame it on the drugs.

Tangled.

 I love untangling things such as wires. But when I am in a rush, nothing annoys me more than having to untangle something, as detangling takes time, and when you have no time untangling things such as wires can be very frustrating.

Achievement.

Are you proud of yourself?