Jul 15
The morning started off awfully. It felt like I was walking barefoot on a path with broken glass, trying to hold on to a razor sharp fence. I hate this feeling of utter despair, sinking into quicksand with no one to pull me up. I know my low feeling is all down to Lisa Brennan telling lies about me. I am consoled by telling myself that she along with the rest of my tormenters will get their comeuppances. I don’t want to be bitter and twisted and baked in anger, I want to be listened to with some justice thrown in.