Thursday, 15 September 2016

So attractive

Sobbing on the phone to a stranger, as you have no one else to call. Super snot cementing in your nostrils.

It's either that, or blunt scissors on the leg. Always the right leg though, don't ask me why. Mind you, why bother, I'm sure the cat would comply, via his feisty teeth. Most of my scars are gifted from him.

It really has been years since I've been self motivated in such a way. Thank you, DWP, for crashing me back down to earth.

And thank you, kind lady at the Samaritans, for picking up, second time around... And listening for 36 minutes to my snorting and snotting as I try to breathe between sobs.

'Mind' is closed for the night. Lucky Mind.

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