Between Maths exams, job interviews and Luke's news (that I can't talk to anyone about - cheers dear) I'm feeling S-T-R-E-S-S-E-D and more than a little glum.More to the point I'm not sure that I want to talk about any of it, what's the point when I don't feel lighter afterwards, or reassured, or happier, or like things are any straighter, or any other of the things that they tell you talking and sharing is meant to make you feel.
I can't seem to get out of my head (not in the drunk way, although I could easily be persuaded) but as in escape the hundred of thoughts and worries circling there like vultures.
If I thought my 'magical' duvet, the one that used to save me from monsters as a child, could do the same now I'd happily pull it over my head and leave it there. Permanently.
Any one got a spare magical duvet?
*image from reliefshare.org
