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
That was the last diary entry I wrote. So I will have to fill in the rest of the gaps from memory, and it is hazy to say the least. Mum left, on the Sunday night. We had a really really lovely time. We told her about the flat and she offered to lend… Continue reading 36 – What Happened Next…
I rang the estate agents early in the morning, and arranged a viewing for later on in the day. We’d already seen the flat – but I just wanted to see it again. I wanted it to feel real again. I’d planned over and over what it looked like, where I’d put my furniture that… Continue reading 35 – The Viewing