We’re here again. He’s trying to explain something to me, something about why I should feel sorry for him and give him the help that he needs. It’s cold outside and somehow colder in here. He doesn’t even have a goddamn blanket on the bed. He’s always making life so difficult for himself. His parents … Continue reading Here again
I remember my first encounter with boys. It was primary school and must have been at least Yr. 3 because I remember we were allowed on the “big playground” which was reserved for KS2. I remember my friends telling me about two boys at school who really liked me; I’ll call them Ivan and Douglas. … Continue reading First encounters of an uncomfortable kind
I wont introduce myself. I prefer to stay anonymous. At least for now. I started this blog because I like to write about my life. Little tid bits here and there. I have a few saved to my computer about various moments in my life. I guess I sort of always treated it as a diary … Continue reading Here is where I start.