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 a one liner. Sometimes an essay. All raw, unabated truth. Any similiarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental…
18 August 2025
Been thinking about kitchen cupboard door saga. MF 2 has been messaging me, totally unprompted, giving me updates on his progress and recovery, even though I hadn’t even checked or asked, like he was trying to justify in his head why he couldn’t help me. It feels out of sync and weird. If you’re injured, you’re injured. That’s that. Full stop. You’d hear no more about it unless I’d actually message to ask him how he was doing. Why I had the regular updates I don’t know. Then he randomly messaged to me tell me he had a bad back. Completely randomly. If he didn’t want to help all he had to say was, “I’m sorry, I’m too busy with my life so I can’t help”. That would have been the long and short of it. Still feeling totally isolated and just alone. Totally alone. There’s no one there to help. It’s just me. And just excuses from everyone else. They just don’t feel true to me. It just doesn’t feel right…
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