Red cross on my hand.

Murmurs and thoughts spiral up the stairs and mix into a eightball, a juicy paranoia. It sits by my door waiting for my ear to open.
Sitting on my bed. Avoid social interaction. I don’t really even think, or for want of a better word care, about social interaction.

I think before I can get better at doing anything, before I can move over the next milestone there is something that is really important for me to do. That is to get comfortable with myself. BE happy with what I am doing, become a bit more content with my current situation learn to relax a bit more. Even though I say this I think I am in a pretty good position I think it is the fact that I am just a bit stoned and drunk. Plus I haven’t eaten all day and I am wrecked from the night before.

All I need is a day to myself. A day to chill and gather my thoughts. Go into Stephen’s green or Phoenix park. Or go to the fucking Zoo

Bang

There is an idea. Zoo on Saturday.