and so much I can never write about too. Things going round my head, trying to make sense of it all – things only spoken about with those who know in the hope it’ll make some kind of sense, but it never does.
Going back always does that.
Then today. More blame game, this time it’s my fault (again) – I’ve been told this. What is it about Mondays and other people’s braindumps?
The way I feel right now I’m never going back again.
I think I’ve said enough.