How It Begins

I have no idea what im doing, I don’t know how to start a story, or how to write anything really. Such a shame because I used to be a really good writer back in the day, before real life got to me and destroyed all my joy, hope, and lofty dreams, anyway.

Now im a 30-something nobody who lives with their (awful) mother, doesn’t have any friends to speak of and is slowly losing faith in ever finding love again.

What would I even have to write about? The state of the world? Crumbling capitalism? Rising temperatures?  The fact that I cant walk in my hometown (or elsewhere) without somebody threatening to attack me or calling me a discriminatory slur? - I just nipped round the corner to get a kitkat bro, chill.

Lets me honest, Id much rather write (and read) more MLM furry smut thankyou very much. Preferably slowburn. With some sick, twisted, dead dove angst in the middle there.

Anyway, is anyone else feeling like this is the endtimes yet?

So the ex-from-10-years-ago-who came-back-turned-situationship was really starting to get old after 10 months of drama (no going through a divorce while separated is NOT the same as ‘divorced’ asshole), and work being work, just continues to unceasingly pile on the pressure day after day, and my relationship with my mother wasn’t good when I was 5, so you can only imagine whats gone down in the decades post. And with my first university assessment deadline coming up, I was feeling a little bit stressed, yes.

So maybe I had a (minor) nervous breakdown. That lasted the better part of a week.

Anyway, I went and took myself off to Malaga for a fortnight, despite not speaking a word of Spanish, and despite being unable to plan and organise even having a shower on my own, I somehow lived through the process of booking flights, travel insurance and the Airbnb, sorting out my travel routes and finding my passport.

The break away from everything had been amazing, and the people here are very friendly. I think a bit of sun has defiantly done me good as well (i was recently informed that my Vitamin D level was 13/50 and that was why my bones and muscles had been deteriorating and why I was getting all those odd pains), winter in the UK sucks bro.

I know more Espanol than before (Hola, no hablo espanol, lo siento. Si, mucho gracias. Buenos dias.), Ive been trying a bunch of new recipes (Pan con tomate is the best breakfast), and oh boy have I explored! I thoroughly recommend the Hammam Al Bathhouse and the Cathedral, as my favourite bits. And of course, sunbathing on the beach, that’s just a classic.

Sometimes a bitch just needs a godamn break.