i felt a massive need to write...

publicly.
which isn't like me at the moment.
everythings being kept under wraps for my new book.
i have so much to share.
but to which audience.
i've been alone this week.
it's been a good thing and a bad thing.
being alone with my thoughts has always been a clash.
i've decorated the bathroom...massive sense of achievement.
i've missed the unmissable.
i've wanted to be someone else, some other time and some other place.
i counted the exs that mattered on one hand.
i lost count of the ones that didn't matter.
i planned 10 years into the future.
scrapped it.
planned it again.
scrapped that.
and realised plans never come true.
sleep isn't coming to me easily these days.
i have more troubles than i care to share.
i should sleep
it's going to be one hell of a weekend.x