As a kid, I always had this idea that my 20’s were going to be the best years of my life.
The age where I could legally buy a drink. 923 more words
What am I going to do?
Where do I go from here?
How could I possibly get out of this?
If you, like me, have ever been in situations where you feel like you’ve fallen down a bottomless, dark ditch and are lying in an absorbing bed of quick sand, then you know how distressing it is to have those black hole kind of thoughts where there seems to be no beginning nor end. 787 more words
Met some friends today on the beach. I say beach, it’s on the Thames path in the Docklands so ‘stony causeway’ is probably more appropriate. We skimmed stones (me and Housemate 2; he won), they waddled around, cleaned their feathers, did some standing on one leg stuff. 583 more words
It’s good to have a conversation with a friend you have the same wavelength and same level of maturity. It allows you to open a bit more about your thoughts without fear of being rejected, much worse judged. 638 more words