Flynagin

I woke myself up screaming again last night. Every night the nightmares get worse! There's the traditional nightmare where I stand there and my brother advances towards me with a knife in his hand. My parents watch us to one side, silent at first and then they burst out into encouragment to my brother, urging him to knife me or whatever. He doesn't need the encouragment...he comes striding towards me, an evil glint in his eye and I try to run but my feet just wont move! I scream to my parents but they just wont help me!

I do wish that good things came alongside the bad things rather than having all the bad things happening at once followed by all the good things although I guess having it that way around proves that there's always a light at the end of the tunnel. I've had such a rough time of late - its been building up for months but I finally think that I'm turning a new leaf and things are starting to get happier which is brilliant of course!

Hello me deario! Long time no speaky! Well...this last little while has been interesting to say the least. No, interesting is the wrong word and I'm not sure what the true word is to the point where I may just make one up. Figolop! That's the perfect word! So this last little while has been very figolopish which has been a real pain in the artichoke. Where to even begin? I guess it all started when Dessmond asked for a quiet word with me in the Pony.

"Wake up, you bleedin' lazy scumbag!" There was a roar over the din as the Thorny Rose opened her eyes to find herself chain to a post in an uncomfortable standing postion.
"I said wake UP!" Another roar. Then the sound of flesh striking flesh and Carlotta raised her head, dazed by the grimy, dirty fist that proceeded to punch her in the cheek.