
It could be calming ...
Day to day problems vary, and every single one of these problems are intrusive and a needle prick into my brain.
These same problems are probably shrugged off by others who are not plagued by these gremlins (who are squatters in my head).
IÂ analyse and I regret.
Sometimes I just want to talk, and if I can just explain my position.
Just doesn’t happen.
Hate is not good.
I need oceans of therapy quash the fire in my head.