Tired? Who's Tired?

Sitting on my bed, surfing the net trying to find out what the name of the song from the wine gums advert was, Minnie calls from the other room. 'Are you going to get to bed?'

I reply 'No, I'm not hungry...'

Dark Times, and Good Friends

Sitting alone, and exhausted in my darkened room i reach out to distant friends.

Piskie is online. A recently discovered kindred spirit. A box appears.

'hey,'

A tiny word, but all the company I crave.

'Hi Piskie. I don't suppose I could see you sometime soon?'

'I can imagine so!' she says, lighthearted, but then recognises the solemn tone in my text. 'You alright Babe?'

'No' i respond 'Not really. I could do with a friend'

'Whats wrong hunny?'

I sigh at reading the last question I want to answer, but respond reluctantly. 'Everything. Absolutely everything. I feel like my world is collapsing and I can't hold the weight'.

A sad face icon is all I can see of Piskies sympathy. 'Tell me'.

I gulp back tears. My eyes burn with the effort.

'I can't. thats the trouble. It's all just...' I try desperately to articulate myself. To make this feeling understood and perhaps give someone the chance to help me. I fail hopelessly.

'It's all just.....wrong.'