Each day that I neglect to write this blog is another day that I lose touch with most of you whom I only know through this medium. This saddens me. But all the more recently I find myself with little of interest to write. I know that the context of a blog is writings from an average person on their average life, but my perception has always been off. Where some people would write of my recent weekend in Manchester, I don't. When some people would write of my on-going mental health struggles, I don't. When some people would even write of my police investigation experiences with my Dad, I just don't.
I could tell you how frequent my self-harm has become. I could tell you of my charity work. I could tell you of my University rejections. I could tell you of my longing for the sea. I could tell you of my weight loss.
But I don't, do I.