Hello?

 Oh wow. Imagine wanting to write, knowing what to write but the words just stay stuck. 

And there’s still an essence of that but at the same time, I’ve scrolled to this page and Im typing away (on my phone) and look I’ve done a paragraph or two. 

I’ve been in a funk, no way to sugar coat it, I’ve been ignoring that feeling I get. I’ve been ignoring me. 

But I want to lose the lethargy, the dead weights. When I read back previous posts, I was so happy that I felt like me again. And that continued when I came back from America. And then when I went south in April. Around November time, I lost the mojo. I think by my birthday, everything was screaming at me yet I ignored it. And now I feel foolish. Again. Because once again, honesty isn’t something I need to have in my life. (Sarcasm)

But not for me, the bitter and twisty time. (Haha I sound like Moira)

I’ve deleted so much lest I sound like a wannabe cry for attention dickhead - so at the very least I have my humour intact. 

And so now I adapt, to a plan that I had all along, turns out it was the right one for me. 😉