Wow. Well, it’s been about a month since I wrote here. It’s also been quite an…interesting isn’t the word…a month full of upheaval. Let me put it this way, I no longer live at the place that I have referred to as “Home” in previous posts. I now live alone in a houseshare, if that isn’t an oxymoron. You don’t need to know what happened. It’s not worth talking about.
It was not your fault but mine.
The weird thing is the way I have dealt with this. I remember realising in about August of last year just long it took me to start dealing with the shit from our previous place of work. It was in about June or July when I was driving to work one day and I just began to cry about it. That was about 8 months after the fact. Here I am, it’s after midnight, I’m alone in my room and I don’t feel any different to a couple of months ago. I hate that about myself – the delay in reaction to things that happen to me. I wonder how long this one will take? It better not be too long, because I seriously need to figure this shit out.
And it was your heart on the line.
I’ve barely cried about any of this. Until today. Or should that now be yesterday? Someone told me they cared about me. To the casual observer I probably looked like some hormone crazed woman just crying for no reason. Surely it’s a good thing when someone says that?
I really fucked it up this time.
Just the other day I was talking to someone who knows me pretty well. They sensed I felt sad after I had said something to them. They came back with a one line reply: “Sigh No More”. Considering this is the man who learned to play Little Lion Man just so that he could do it for me after I told him how much the song affected me when I first heard it, I thought it was rather apt. So I went out and bought a 5 String Banjo a few days later. We can Sigh No More together.
Didn’t I, my dear?
At the moment I feel like I am desperately seeking something. I don’t know what it is, where to find it, or even where to begin looking. I feel so at ease, comfortable and dare I say it even a little bit happy when I’ve been out with people I consider friends. It’s been real nice. I’ve enjoyed it. Even if they’ve been late nights. Or if they’ve been miles away from what is now “home” and required 3 different trains to get there. I’ve felt human when I’ve been out, like people actually value me as a person and are truly interested. I no longer have to pass over invites.
How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes. I struggle to find any truth in your lies.
I was playing with the banjo earlier on. I can’t play the banjo, never picked one up before, so it’s an experience. But, it made me realise just how long it’s been since I played a string instrument because within a few minutes my fingers were really painful. Gotta get my violin and get some practice on thicker strings.
Darkness is a harsh term don’t you think? Yet it dominates the things I see.
I almost walked out of work the other day. Not because of this stuff, but because sometimes you just have enough of taking constant abuse over the phone. It was just one of those days. One of those days when I asked myself why I do my job. Why haven’t I applied for another internal post yet? Why am I dragging my heels over it. Same reason I’m dragging my heels over everything else:
If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy, I could have won.
I wish I could figure out what I wanted. Where I want or need to be. I can’t. I simply have no idea. Today, for the first time in almost a decade I felt a sensation that was familiar to when I was a teenager. The sensation of being absolutely desperate to run away. Not run away from my home, or from work, or even from my situation. But to run away from myself. To run away from the person I’ve become. That’s why I stash so much money away, in the hope that I can one day find a solution to such an idiotic problem and actually manage to run away from myself, to the ends of the earth, and never have to face the pathetic woman that I’ve become.
Come down from the trees, you’ve been gone too long,
Return to the house that you came from,
Turn back on the road you travelled upon.
I’m going to see Matthew and the Atlas in a couple of weeks. I’m going with the man that learned Little Lion Man for me. It’ll probably be like when I went to see Mumford & Sons and I’ll cry through most of it.
I won’t let you choke on the noose around your neck
I really miss walking in the woods. It’s strange how much I miss it. It’s amazing just how cathartic it obviously was. Somewhere that I could be truly alone and only hear what I wanted to hear. It was a place that my brain actually slowed down for once. Just about the only place I’ve ever found on earth. Then I always had to return “Home” and my brain would be exactly like it was before, just full of noise and I couldn’t really understand what was going on. Now I’ve been doing what I did as a teenager, and just randomly dashing into London when I feel the need to get away from whatever is in my head. Believe it or not, a place as busy as that has the same effect as walking in the woods.

Plant your hope with good seeds.
I’m the most fucked up I’ve ever been. Writing and thinking about this at 1am is probably not a wise idea, especially as I have to get up in a little over 5 hours. I’m going to be great at work today. Writing and thinking about this kind of thing in the dark, the middle of the night, when alone, and listening to some pretty dark music isn’t a wise idea either.
Your grace is wasted in your face, your boldness stands alone among the wreck.
I hoped I could get through live without having to learn to cope with myself. I wish I could have done that. I’m not going to say that I wish I could go back and change absolutely everything because that’s a “regret”, and I don’t do regrets. They’re a waste of time and energy because you can’t change things, so you just have to deal with them. I wish I had realised that this shit would come back to haunt me. I can’t believe I was dumb enough to think that I could compartmentalise it all when I was a teenager and that it wouldn’t cause me a problem again. Oh. So. Wrong.
I should go to sleep. I really need to.
‘Cause I need freedom now, and I need to know how to live my as it’s meant to be.
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