Mar 162010

Anyone reading this who knows me well – and particularly anyone who’s been unlucky enough to be trapped in a pub with me recently- will know I haven’t been the easiest of people to be around. Life’s felt overrun with ghosts and pain and endless, circular musings on love and desire. Previous certainties – the ancient, passive acceptance of greyness and of a great big, lifelong, hole inside – have been shattered, leaving a new, very different void, a raw uncertainty that’s felt terrifying at times.

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