Heard a group talking about their children on the train this morning. Nothing unusual about that but for the first time in my life I knew that I was never going to have kids. It doesn’t feel like a choice I consciously made.
I met somebody in my early 20’s who turned me inside out in a way that I simply can’t put into words. They completely weren’t interested. Life moved on and..... kept moving on yet nothing changed.
Sometimes feels like I’m going to end up being a short column in the local paper along the lines of person found dead after neighbours complain of smell.
Anyway.