I would trade a lot never to be plagued by Rachel again. Every time I see her, every time I hear her voice, I’m reminded of that betrayal, and she breezes over it as if it never happened and suggests I am the villain because I have not thanked her for selflessly giving her life… Continue reading

As a result of Castle Shithole being torn to pieces by angry trees (apparently), I no longer have very much time when I am alone and want to write, meaning the middle of the night. Nathaniel is very distracting. And he’s interested in writing, so he’d want to know all about it. Anyway. Posts now… Continue reading

I wrote this days ago, but in all the fuss surrounding the razing of the former Castle Shithole by hoardes of furious trees (apparently), it’s only just making its way into the actual journal. I can always lay my hands on a notebook– it’s just not always the right one. Anyway, I thought about changing… Continue reading

Aoibh found me in the stable. I was in my pyjamas. It’s some sarcastic twist of fate that my favourite pyjamas consist of a “Robot Unicorn Attack” t-shirt and a pair of purple leggings, I think.  Aoibh was sleepwalking, and we figured I had been, too. I got dressed and we walked to the pub… Continue reading

I have been sleeping really well lately, which is why last night’s dream was so incredibly weird. It was one of those dreams that didn’t feel like a dream at all, you know, like the one where you dream that you’ve woken up and got ready for class, or work, or whatever, and you’re already… Continue reading

We went to the pub together, Nathaniel and me, the next day, and there she was, that horrible thing, dancing on tables and doing all the same shit she always does. Crowing about being dead like it didn’t affect anybody but her and nobody but her was involved in the whole thing. What a narcissistic… Continue reading