Monsters

Life is full of monsters, and most of them are inside your own head. That is what I've come to realise. I mean last night I was woken up by a really strange huffing noise like sme kind of weird snuffly animal was in my room, but it must have ben a dream cos when I turned the light on there was nothing there. And ok it COULD have been a mouse, but I'm damned sure mice don't make noises like big snuffly bears.

Monsters make you ill. Like the stress monster that's giving Mike IBS, or the fear monster that means I sem to be losing my confidence and making me start to doubt my ablities. Sometimes I think that I'm surrounded by monsters, I can feel them pressing in on me (metaphorically...'m not nuts) adn weighing me down. They have teeth and claws and they are trying to consume me. And other times I'm almost free of them and I can fly.

Of course it's all relative, and entirely dependant on my thought process and how good r bad a day I'm having.

I really should write to S. I don't know if he wants me to tho... but maybe that's just the paranoia monster nipping at my brain.

I miss him. S, not the paranoia monster... she's a bitch.