... especially after the horror I have escaped from. I am immensely grateful for the fact that I can express and articulate once again. That I am here. So everything else pales in comparaison.
Nonetheless, how come everything I try to do goes all pear-shaped? I keep falling ill.
So last weekend I wanted to go to the Bastille Day celebrations and it was a complete washout because I was so sick and so is this weekend (the Shoreditch festival).
The binge eating has started again, the fevers just don't leave me alone.
While I'm being 'me', I get irritated with the things I do or don't do, feel or don't feel, say or don't say.
Never ending existence.
Nonetheless, how come everything I try to do goes all pear-shaped? I keep falling ill.
So last weekend I wanted to go to the Bastille Day celebrations and it was a complete washout because I was so sick and so is this weekend (the Shoreditch festival).
The binge eating has started again, the fevers just don't leave me alone.
While I'm being 'me', I get irritated with the things I do or don't do, feel or don't feel, say or don't say.
Never ending existence.
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