Oh God, l feel bereft. l know from the viewing numbers and comments someone else must have read my rambling rant, but thats not why l did it. l did it for me. l really miss not being able to hand write my diary which l did every day from the age of eighteen until l stopped about a year ago when the effort became to much effort. This was a God send, it allowed me to put my thoughts in order, I know it's only about six entries which have vanished into the ether, but thats six of MY days lost in cyber space as well.
I'm so pissed off, l'm not going to write anymore today.
I've just been rereading my diary and came across a four page entry, instead of the usual one. It's called 'Today is Willy Day!' lf l've licked my wounds by tomorrow l'll write with hindsight about what a naive, love struck fool l was back in the Summer of 84.
I'm so pissed off, l'm not going to write anymore today.
I've just been rereading my diary and came across a four page entry, instead of the usual one. It's called 'Today is Willy Day!' lf l've licked my wounds by tomorrow l'll write with hindsight about what a naive, love struck fool l was back in the Summer of 84.