I’m going to moan, I’m going to get it out. I just want to sleep. That’s all, sleeeeeep.
I want to sleep for more than 8 hours, for one night. No. I take that back, I want to sleep over 8 hours, every night, for a week. I want to go to bed not because I really should, but because I want to. I want to wake when I feel like it. Not because Jess is shouting Mummay Mummmmmmay Muuuuuuummmmay, forcing me to move from my warm, cozy bed.
I just want sleep. I do.
Continue reading “I can’t get no sleep”
Pressure! Pushing down on me, pressing down on you, no (wo)man asked for
*crawls, only slightly, out from her negativity cave, opens laptop and tries to remember WP login details
I’v not been very active on here for the past week. When I started blogging, just over a month ago, I was all over it. Constantly thinking of blog ideas, writing notes, trawling through millions of blogs. I thoroughly enjoy reading other people’s blogs, even better, I was enjoying chatting via comments. Finally, I had something to think about other than my mental state. I immersed myself in my new found hobby, I’m fine. I’m totally kicking depression right up it’s arse.
Very good. I’m talking utter pish (Scottish for piss/crap/shit/lies). Continue reading “Pressure”