I don’t know how more people haven’t got mental health problems. Thinking is one of the most stressful things I’ve ever come across and not being able to articulate what I want to say drives me crazy. I really should read some more books, learn some new words. My sister used to read the dictionary, I’m going to start there. I’d like to travel. I want to see India and the pyramids, a whale and that race with all the bicycles in France. I’m not sure about rivers, they scare me, but I love swimming. I’m good at it, and when I swim I count the laps and this helps me relax. When I was younger I saw a house burn down and I walked past it for the next six years, derelict, black, chalky and dangerous. I wondered if squatters lived there. I’m still not sure, but there were never any parties because it was a shit hole. After awhile, the council got around to tidying up the town. They decided it was an eyesore, so they tore it down. Behind the house was a wall with a few bits of crappy graffiti and the word cunt written in giant letters, so now I have to walk past that. I like going to the park, I like walking through it. I like taking my dogs there, and friends, and I like being alone. I like being able to shout, but I wish I could be quiet. When I’m quiet people just think I’m sad and usually I am. Sometimes when I’m at a really noisy train station, one of the ones with the big fat trains like King’s Cross, I feel like putting down my bags and shouting things out because I have something to say.
Don’t you want to share the guilt?
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