Well my lovelies, Twas a shit day and no bones about it. Its taken me a long time to feel good about myself and what might seem a small thing to many to gradually strip someone of things that make up the unique canvas that is part and parcel of what makes them.. them.To tie my hair back even though it gives me a permanent headache is one thing but to scrape every bit of it, even my fringe off my face, not even a few tendrils to soften the severity so that I look like a haggard old bag..As the day progressed I just sunk lower in my chair and my usual spark just flickered and went out. Not helped by the endless comments of You look shattered, Youre very drawn looking You have bags under your eyes that go down past your cheek bones..You dont look yourself, are you sick nothing like a lack of compliments to lift the spirits..not! For the first time ever I just felt..old and drab. My back is killing me and Im just glad to be here in the batcave even without the solace that writing always brings me. Right now I need to get these damn pins out of my head and find something to stick them into, even my voice doesnt sound like me, chalk one up to the man, the oblivion of sleep seems very seductive tonight, carry on..
Posted on: Sat, 12 Apr 2014 22:31:50 +0000
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