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Wednesday, April 02, 2003

 
April 02, 2003: 7.34pm

dreaming of a cow in the garden, a dog by my side and pot plants all around...

The sun is low in the sky and is so golden, it makes the shadows stretch and time seems to slow. I'm so sleepy in that wonderful way when i think i could just slip into unconsciousness and sleep at last...
I love evenings like this and i have locked my door so that no one can come in and break the spell. I'm shutting out the world tonight.

Esther may be right, maybe i am running away...i want to be left alone...perhaps living with people will rub down the rough edges but why would she and lammie want to live me? for all the times i make them laugh there is probably a hundred more when i make them hate me...

It's so tempting to get a place of my own...

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Tuesday, April 01, 2003

 
April Fool's Day, 2003: 3.00pm

I have realised for some time that i am a difficult person to live with, i rub people up the wrong way and i can over react when i am offended. Perhaps i am not the sort of person who should live with anyone, maybe i am destined always to be single living in a house surrounded by pot plants, dogs and a cow in the garden (not a bad dream). My friendships mean a lot to me and i don't want to risk them anymore...i'm going to have to think carefully about next year.





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