dad
nan
chris
i miss my dad so much that although i constantly think about him he mostly goes unmentioned. unless i am extremely prepared it hurts too much to talk about him.
i watched my nan grow old and fade in what seems such a short space of time now. she takes the stories of her generation with her which of course i can’t bloody remember and should have written down or recorded. i can’t quite believe that she’s not here anymore.
i spent most of being 17 and 18 loving and hating chris with such intensity that it makes me feel worn out when i think about it. and wanting to put on blood sugar sex magik.
missing each and every one x
