I feel sick. Nauseous. Like I do with anything that just fills me with fear and trepidation. Job interviews…dealing with government departments…”adulting”, basically.
Today feels like I need to “adult”. It doesn’t feel like a time for letting my hair down and having some fun. It feels like…I am going to my death.
It feels like Aix all over again.
It’s too soon!
I shouldn’t be going. Too late to back out now!
Oh, fuck :-(((
ok, that maybe came across as a bit harsh,apologies.
Thank you
Well I loved meeting you xxxxxx
It was wonderful meeting you. What an amazing gig it was ??
gt a grip for fuck sake
Your input has been duly noted. Thank you. As you do not control me, I will think and feel as I like. And you can choose to read this blog, leave comments, or not.