I'm smiling again. It's taken a lot, but it has been nearly a month and a half since I saw my family and got my thoughts on track properly. I needed the family kick up the bum to understand what was going on in my head. Two of my favourite family members are here in London with me at the moment, and I couldn't be more pleased. After our chat over tapas tonight, I have realised I don't need the people that make me feel bad, and it is the loving, caring friends who appreciate me for who I am which I should focus my attention on. So that's what I intend to carry on with. That is to say, I had already started to make this realisation and am already acting on it. Some people know about this. Others don't. For now it is staying that way, but when the time is right all will become clear and everything will be alright again. I'm still smiling. Today has been a good day, lots of laughs and hugs and all round humour. And I know now who the people who really appreciate me are.
Mort is my alter ego, and my idol King Julian has requested to appear in this blog. Et voila... My brilliant friend KJ appears in this blog, and she knows a secret. Lucky I trust her ;)
Yes, I'm definitely smiling again.
