A fresh week would usually mean a fresh start but thoughts of my 'not fitting the mould' seems prevalent this morning. I got married in the usual way but carry battle scars from relationships in my brain. What use does thinking these memories through do? My mistakes and revelations are set in stone in the past now. Only the future can be written. I think it's only right to concentrate on the present actually so I believe it's all ok.
I must make the journey to visit my sister in her new house as I visit everyone else and complain that they don't visit me and I'm the unsociable one. There's also the fact that she will move away with her husbands job as a soldier making that a certainty. Ah families.
I guess this is what people think is what I need, someone to talk to and cuddle. But a partner means hassle for me.
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