These are my diarised series of ‘thought notes’ that I Whatsapp’d to myself from August 2025 -January 2026, (a blogging hiatus lasting 5 months). Sometimes an essay. Sometimes a one liner. All raw truth. Any similiarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental…
1 August 2025
I’m hungry for care and attention. No one cares. I’m just invisible. There’s no safe haven. My home feels toxic. The TV is toxic. I just prefer the sound of silence and being away from this toxic shit hole.
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