I'd Rather Dig A Ditch Than Go

Nothing Sinister. Just Getting Exercise. Although Some Might Consider That Sinister.

It Was Only When The Salt Water Of My Tears Ran Into My Cuts And Made Them Sting That I Discovered I Was Crying.

I Wished There Was Some Kind Of Switch On My Brain. That I Could Turn It Off In The Same Way That I Could Turn Off The Television. Just Click It Off And Immediately Empty My Mind Of All These Images And Worrying Thoughts. And Simply Leave A Blank Screen. Or If I Could Just Remove My Head And Put It On The Bedside Table And Forget About It Until Morning. And Then Attach It Again When I Needed It.

I'm Quite Introverted But I'm Not Shy.

I Went Grey At 12, My Eyesight Went At 17. I've Been A Crock From Very Early On.