This sounds so like Winter!

Wow. I don't even know what to say. I am literally just sat her with a glass of red wine and typing this. I've just finished watching Love Island and now I don't know what to do with myself for the rest of the night. I suddenly remembered that I have a blog that I've been neglecting for over a year. Wow. It's been long. Way too long. And this just goes to prove what I'm like. I get really passionate about stuff one minute and totally abandon them the next. Not good. I'll try to do better. So let's see, from the last time I was here a lot has changed about my life. I'm now a mother to a gorgeous baby girl, Penelope. Not so much a baby anymore, she's 14 months and growing too fast. She's literally the best thing ever. I never knew I could love anyone the way I love her. I would give my life for her without thinking twice about it. Needless to say, my life has now acquired a new meaning and purpose. What can I say, life is good, I

Have u ever felt your heart break? Like, literally break. The pain is so intense on your chest, right where your heart rests. And with it comes the weird breathing, fast and laboured. You can hear your broken heart beating in your ears. Then the hot flush. Then that terrible tight feeling in your throat. You wanna cry but you don't wanna cry... And yet you should cry because after you've let all the hurt out you know you'll feel better... For a little while... Because each time I think of him I'm back to square one. Same old pain over and over again. Torture. And it's funny because I can stop this. I can put and end to all the pain. ... But that would mean I won't ever see him again... Or talk to him again... Do I want that? No. I don't. I should... But... I don't want to. Because I love him. I love him with all my heart. I know he doesn't love me that way... But I do :'( I really do. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone Location: Corringham

So I've just been reading a Reveal article online which talked about Cyberbullying. A Keeley Houghton was jailed for writing on Facebook that she was going to murder a fellow mate. She obviously regrets it now and is speaking out so people can understand that making such threats is a very serious offence. Here is the full article:  http://www.reveal.co.uk/real-life-stories/news/a514907/keeley-houghton -i-was-jailed-for-cyber-bullying.html From what the article says, I would say that this lady just made a thoughtless mistake. She was angry and just acted without really thinking about it, and the article does say that she removed the comment because she felt it was inappropriate. But what about the Internet trolls of today? I wouldn't compare Keeley Houghton to a troll because the latter don't even know their victims. They have no relationship with them at all and it could be concluded that the only reason they do what they do is to cause pain and suffering to thei

The night before the day I'm supposed to leave I hardly get any sleep. I always feel this way whenever I'm off to a new placement. Will this person like me? Will we get along? Hows it all going to be? I always ask myself the same questions which I know I won't be able to answer until I'm finally there. And the usual long train journeys don't make it any better. But there's probably one thing that's more dreading than going to a new placement, and that's leaving my husband behind. But oh well, one needs to do what one has to do to put food on the table. So on the day I'm as jittery as hell. Butterflies in my stomach all the way to the front door of my client. So far, I've been welcomed with smiles and warmth by all the clients I've been to.  It's really about why I'm there in the first place. This is not a 'job', it's a way of life, it's a noble service. Granted, I get paid for it. But it is more than your usual

I hate spiders. That's a fact. I will never understand why some people like them or find them interesting or want to keep them as pets. A pet should be a nice cuddly fluffy thing, something that you look at and smile, and not a disgusting, creepy hairy spider. It's almost two in the afternoon and I've already seen five of those little s***s crawling on the carpet. And oh am I glad to have this while carpet, so I can see them when they try to hurry by. I really don't mind them when they are outside, I believe that that's their place so I do not harm them when I see them outside. But in my house? On my floors? In my freaking bed?? No sir! I must have some sort of arachnophobia because the moment I see them little b******s I feel the hairs at the back of my neck stand up and I get this cold sweat and my heart skips a beat and a lot of other emotions sweep through me. And right now, my paranoia is sky high because I keep seeing and feeling them everywhere! T the point w