An Inconvenience

It was on a Thursday evening, 9th August 2012, when I went to a digs party off-campus with a couple of my friends. I had a vague plan of how I wanted to end it that night, of how I would kill myself (I'm not going to disclose what that entailed). This was a significant …

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Inner Monologue

He's so far away So far.. he might as well be God. Apparently ubiquitous, but demonstrably aloof and nebulous. What the fuck do you want? Do you even want? Are you even in there? Are you even here? As you sit across the kitchen table behind the Sunday Times newspaper (stop sipping the coffee like …