Do you ever feel demons(personal ones) that rear their ugly heads, pointing out your insecurities, and then you obsessively dwell on the fact that you are indirectly thinking a thought that isnt really yours to have?
Maybe it's a test. Maybe you're just bored?
Like with most things,
this too, shall pass.
The other day, went to south London and hung out with my friend Sim. We chatted, shot the breeze, had fish and chips,went out to Starbucks in Wimbledon, and did a little bit of clothes shopping! Good Fun.:-) It's nice having friends on this side of the pond.:-)
Here are a few pics!
1 comment:
I used to have those types of thoughts frequently—until I began recognizing the “demons” as the crazy-making words of my mother playing back in the tape memories of my mind.
Looks like you had a fine time with Sim.
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