So this weekend I did something I swore I never would...


I returned to Bradford, and I still don't like it, despite not having been there in years and not being alone I still had mild panic attacks, so freaking bad

then went to the light up a life at the local hospice, every year there's a bulb that comes on for a few seconds then turns off, we think thats my Grampa saving electricity


and cos I've been feeling shitty I bought this to cheer me up


still feel crappy though, and now I'm apparently bleeding from somewhere...