Will soon be launching a new space that will be full of fun things instead of this lowly sad space that has been sorrowfully neglected…. Keep an eye out on my Facebook pages ( Gylisa Jayne ) if you would like to make the jump over, I hope you do. ( it’ll be much better,… Continue reading I’m moving !
I always feel like it’s easy to drift, to detach yourself from people is the easy option – the real test is to find your people, and attach yourself to them and let them attach themselves to you too. I spent so long feeling like my friends didn’t see me for who I was, really. So… Continue reading Friends like these.
It was June. Me and Emily were on our way to college. ( late, my fault. ) Emily was driving, and we were stuck in rush hour traffic. Staring at the opposite lane of traffic fly by, I saw a friend of mine drive by. Her eyebrows were knotted in deep thought. We waved manically… Continue reading The Year of Grief
I wish I’d learned that being individual would be so much more important than fitting in. But these things take time, and with age comes wisdom… Here’s one of my earlier memories of school, and when I first realised that I didn’t fit the mould like everyone else. ***************** When I started secondary school,… Continue reading The Bag and the Boots.
Even a few days in it didn’t feel real. We had done it. We had made it from the car, into a flat. Somewhere we could call ours. I still felt like I was going to wake up in the night, feel around and realise I was still in the car – that this had… Continue reading The End
Friday the 13th. September 2013. This was it. Today was the day. I walked to Tesco in the morning and got out enough cash to get the bus. A single ticket – because I wouldn’t be returning. I didn’t even look back once I was on that bus. Which is strange to think of now,… Continue reading 37 -Friday 13th