So I’ve always wanted to write, but never had the imagination to think of something original. Maybe this is it, maybe it isn’t. But lets give it a ruddy good shot ey?
I’ve always written a page here and there in an attempt to express myself quickly, to tear the emotion out of my chest and splat it onto a page in the hope it’ll leave me be.
My childhood bookshelves are riddled with ridiculous teenage diaries.
Always a hilarious read.
I’ve written about everything from travelling to religion, to love, anxiety and depression. I have not had great experiences when it comes to love, but I regret none of it because it has made me …me. Silly eccentric me.
Edit 1. It has turned into more of a brain fart of a blog. I’m just writing the thoughts provoked by the situation I am in. When I run out of those…I’ll tell you the tales of the many ex’s, cos they’re always fun.
Christ I sound like I’m in my 50’s. Joy.
I think I’m gonna try and include a photograph in each of my posts as an attempt at a creative outlet…it might encourage me to pick up the old Nikon FM2 camera again! The model today is my old housemate, and I thought this photo fitting for the start of my adventure into baring my soul to the internet….
Edit 2 – 31/07/17.
I have deleted certain posts from the last 6 months. They were what brought me to writing, but they are no longer needed and they were in no way well written. They were needed at the time, definitely, but I no longer want them here. The story that brought me to WordPress has ended, with a twist I could never have imagined. I will keep those posts on my hard drive, but they aren’t for you to read anymore. It is still obvious that over the last 6 months, since starting this blog, I was struggling. That is not something I intend to hide! I think I write the most interesting nonsense when I’m a miserable fuck…to be honest.
Hopefully my explorations into metaphors, advice and whimsical thought will be welcome too.