Keep your opinions to yourself

I went to Haworth with my step daughter and she enjoyed painting a cup and talking about her planned route to uni. It's good to still get some time with her before South Hampton steals her away. I had a while to kill before cinema and so I walked alone around Ogden water thinking of my son who had gone to Blackpool for the day. I then slowly drove to McDonald's for a bite to eat in preparation for watching CHEF at cineworld. The new allocated seating is shit.

As Coldplay sang on my van radio, the clouds looked beautiful with the dying sun behind them. My eyes leaked a little as I thought how much I loved my child. I think my sadness is still based in the judgement which has been levelled at me via work. 

My face just doesn't know how to show how happy I am inside? Maybe I should do what THE JOKER does and paint a fucking smile on my face just to keep others from telling me I'm unhappy. 

It's odd how a billion people haven't said anything to me and one comment has got to me. Does it matter? Not at all! 

Does it still hurt? 

YES.