Sometimes I feel like glamorous dirt. Cool and gritty to the touch, but dirt nonetheless.
I don’t do well with change and I have forced a change upon myself. 204 more words
Sometimes the world is a horrifically uncomfortable place to live in, being “human” can be very difficult, everyday one can be faced with all sorts of challenges and then we are expected to get through it and not just scrape by but excel as if we are robots with no feelings at all, we shut down, shut out, compartmentalise, if we didn’t could we really do the day to day? 814 more words