I keep forgetting about this one.
I honestly do keep forgetting that there is a digital diary. I've finished another leather bound one within the past week, to be honest. I've put about twenty pages or so into this new one. I don't think it will reach the New Year at this rate, not in the state that my mind has been. Not in the least.
I would rather not get into a whole mess of mental and emotional things, not right now. Spirits are too high around me and I am not going to do a sodding thing to mess those up. I'll keep my mouth shut, stick to my bottles and my pen and I'll be fine enough. It'll come to pass.
Thank the bloody Heaven's my parents are here. I literally spent hours the other night curled up on the couch, propped up against my Mum and just let her play with my hair and talk about anything at all. I didn't care, I just wanted to hear her voice, I wanted to smell her perfume and shampoo, to know she was right there and not halfway across the fuckin' world from me. Dad took me on a proper pub crawl later that night, we were the knights of each pub as any Monaghan men should be and I've been worshipping the fact that I can wake up in the morning and go outback to play a round of footie with Matt while spouting off various facts and switching languages just because we can and want to. It's like a game, follow the language. It inevitably turns into follow the bug and/or reptile once we spot something.
I'm so glad they're here, but uhm, well...I miss her.
So, Merry Christmas and Happiest of Holidays, and I'll try to be a bit more social in the upcoming New Year. I promise.
I would rather not get into a whole mess of mental and emotional things, not right now. Spirits are too high around me and I am not going to do a sodding thing to mess those up. I'll keep my mouth shut, stick to my bottles and my pen and I'll be fine enough. It'll come to pass.
Thank the bloody Heaven's my parents are here. I literally spent hours the other night curled up on the couch, propped up against my Mum and just let her play with my hair and talk about anything at all. I didn't care, I just wanted to hear her voice, I wanted to smell her perfume and shampoo, to know she was right there and not halfway across the fuckin' world from me. Dad took me on a proper pub crawl later that night, we were the knights of each pub as any Monaghan men should be and I've been worshipping the fact that I can wake up in the morning and go outback to play a round of footie with Matt while spouting off various facts and switching languages just because we can and want to. It's like a game, follow the language. It inevitably turns into follow the bug and/or reptile once we spot something.
I'm so glad they're here, but uhm, well...I miss her.
So, Merry Christmas and Happiest of Holidays, and I'll try to be a bit more social in the upcoming New Year. I promise.