It’s half 3 and I do have words left and I shouldn’t and it’s my own fault and I like being this full of giddy happy when it happens.

but again who to give it to and it’s almost like I fill myself up on purpose so that I’m not able to empty it and the bad thing can happen.

I don’t know what I want, except just to ‘do shit’ that’s all I’ve ever really done I think.

I think about that thing Hutch said once when he got the gist wrong but said, ‘you should try companionship’

I like that word, it doesn’t sound like sex or too much complicated stuff, it just sounds like a thing that’s there if you need it.

I think I’d like a companion now to cuddle to sleep. Just that extra bit of closeness to one single person

Massive thought path changes onto ‘other things’ bed time.