It's never fine when you go away
I think maybe everyone has this in some form or another. For me it's like a great malevolent bear sitting on my chest so that I can't breathe much less speak. It feels like a huge effort to make words come out and pulling a smile over my face feels false and as difficult as pulling an anchor out of sucking mud with my bare hands.
This is very -negi, I apologise. In a few days I'll be in an entirely different context, out of my normal geographical boundaries with some of my favourite ever people. If anyone can get this bear off my heart and spirit then I'm sure that they as a group can.
Just ignore this post. I wanted to type it out is all.
##EDIT: Listening to Dirty Three and reading Martin Millar til I fell asleep was a tonic. Now just have to shift this evil glandular illness so I can bring the rock in Spain. ##
This is very -negi, I apologise. In a few days I'll be in an entirely different context, out of my normal geographical boundaries with some of my favourite ever people. If anyone can get this bear off my heart and spirit then I'm sure that they as a group can.
Just ignore this post. I wanted to type it out is all.
##EDIT: Listening to Dirty Three and reading Martin Millar til I fell asleep was a tonic. Now just have to shift this evil glandular illness so I can bring the rock in Spain. ##