we are the sparks that never fade

maybe i do like girls after all

there's some things in life you've got to laugh at otherwise you'd cry. the sort of things like how tragically sly and petty some people are; poorly made decisions which a child could've judged better; the daily happenings in the life of a depressed, borderline ocd riddled bipolar 23 year old gay man. to tune it all out, there's always music. so today, after a never-ending shift, i ended up falling asleep on the bus and taking a great big fucking tour around bristol subconsciously listening to, yes you guessed it, gabrielle aplin.

we found wonderland, you and i got lost in it

goodbye money/identity/pride

day two of my time off work and i'm starting to go crazy. missing my colleagues a lot and i've even started missing those little pickles too. unbelievable. even though my social anxiety was sky high today, my cabin fever was too much to handle so i ventured out and about to get some shopping done after i had donated half of my wardrobe to charity. got some birthdays coming up and got a FANCY DRESS PARTY to attend so a real life shopping list was drawn up. did i follow it? did i buggery. 

too much of nothing is just as tough

my current spirit animal

i don't beat around the bush here at "oh, mitch please!" and after a few days of some solid content, it's come to light that i don't really know what to write about tonight. i'm home from work late after a lovely evening with some friends and, to be frank, i'm fucking knackered. ever get those days where you just can't even begin to fathom doing anything constructive at all? well today wasn't one of those at all but this last hour is sit back, relax and enjoy the "show". sorry in advance for everything you're about to read.