The Pre-cation
First, off; my apologies for being absent last week. There was/is a point to it, and I will get to that. Secondly, it occurred to me in my latest therapy session, that somehow, perhaps in the night, perhaps when I was out getting groceries, I got happy. Like, I'm a happy person again. Now, don't get all annoyed and stop reading this blog, there is still much more brooding and bleak content to come. And as I have learned, painfully, time and time again, happiness is still a fleeting and cruel, unfaithful "fuck boy" that may rock my world and then leave me pining and insecure until it texts me weeks/months later with a "you up?". Nevertheless, I'm fuckin' happy. Let me explain. The thing is, you make me happy. Yes, you, dearest reader. I'm not entirely sure who you are and if there are more than one of you (mum's don't count--Hi Mum!) but I know you're out there. And every time I post, you read (shout out to my googl...