Rats, Woes and Not enough time...

Ergh, Dead Rat in the kitchen this morning, or rather - dying rat.
It just lay there, twitching and twitching and not really doing much else.
I am hoping the others are going to go the same way.

I don;t have enough time in the day, and I can't really continue going into the night because then I am too tired during the day. I don't know how some people survive on less than six hours sleep. I just can't do it.

Woes - I want to see you
- I don't have the time to see you
- Why can't people just clean up after themselves
- I need to work harder
- I need to sort out money issues

But at least I have you.

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Forever, it's not such a long time...

I worry about time.
I worry about being left behind.
I am scared that I'll be forgotten and slowly fade into the colourful background of society.
I need to make sure that I am remembered, for better, not worse.
Although that of course is simply a matter of opinion.

To summerise:

I have less than a year to make the most of the closeness I have with someone, and then they will be gone.

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On a totally different note:

I am very cold.
My house is a little bit freezing.
Oh and I now have a house, rented of course, student rates of course but still! House.
But not good when cold. Grrr...or Brrrr....

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Another completely random note:

Listen to Verklate Nacht - Schoenberg

DO IT NOW! On Spotify.



And I think that's about it for now.

End.

Poco a Poco

As the title suggests I am, little by little, starting to find my happiness again.
I think that after this week is over and all the work is done I shall actually feel fresh and new once more. Indeed.

There is something blissful about having a partner share your living space. Brushing teeth, just enjoying the company without needed to fuss or fret over what they may think of you. It is the time when you are unafraid of being judged and can simply relax into your body.

End.

P.S.

WHY ARE MEN SO DENSE!?

I'm sick of false people.
People who will judge you as soon as look at you or, even worse, know you and deliberately misunderstand you.
I'm sick, ill, whatever it is.
I'm feeling vulnerable and weak and pretty much on the floor. I'm in a position where you an kick me when I'm down and I won't fight back. I can't. I've lost control on my voice.

And there are people out there who will kick you. Not physically but mentally. People will do anything to stop people from pitying you.

Truth is, I'm a bit sick of a lot of people. But I can't exactly come out and say it to people's faces.
There are those I adore. And they stick by me and never let you down. These are the people that you look after and when you yourself are in trouble will come knocking at your door.

I know it may seem selfish, but I was one of those people who just did anything for anyone if I thought it would help. I never expected anything in return. And then you get it stuffed in your face. End of.

Rant over.
Hope you're well.
I'm in love. Happy days.

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Hello again...

I am alive.
Hurrah!
And so is this blog again. More 'Hurrah!'

It's been a while. And I did get rather freaky towards the end of that stream of posts.
Well it's a New Year now, therefore there is a new beginning to all things.

My life has had a complete make over recently. And it is most definitely for the best.
JOY!

I'm in love! Yup yup yup! Mmmmmm...isn't he a sex bomb!?
Love, love, love.

I have decided that one should not spend your entire life looking for things and analysing thing to with an inch of your own life. It does hardly any goo most of the time and therefore you are better off living a life that is completely honest to yourself. Of course you must avoid being selfish...but that is all within your mind set I think.

Oh look at me, just blather blather blathering. Tut tut.

Right, in the drug (antibiotics) filled body that is me I should probably avoid typing out blogs as they make hardly any sense but to me.

Love you all dearly.
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Death

What do you think happens?

Is it for the best?

How do you support those who suffer afterwards?

What is the reason for it?

I have my own answers to all of these questions. 

What are yours?

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