i remember running for the finish line at the leeds half marathon five years ago, feeling as if i had conquered the world. all those troubles were behind me, and i was proudly becoming the person i had always wanted to be.
five years on, and i'm arguably in an even worse position. i don't trust anyone, i'm angry 90% of the time and my acute paranoia has become somewhat obtuse.
if i don't trust my own gut instincts then i'm really alone, but if i do trust them, i'm an even bigger mug than i thought.
(i apologise for the somewhat ranty blogs. everyone needs somewhere to vent)
five years on, and i'm arguably in an even worse position. i don't trust anyone, i'm angry 90% of the time and my acute paranoia has become somewhat obtuse.
if i don't trust my own gut instincts then i'm really alone, but if i do trust them, i'm an even bigger mug than i thought.
(i apologise for the somewhat ranty blogs. everyone needs somewhere to vent)