The letter arrived from NCAD. We regret to inform you, blah, blah, blah. She was gutted. Art is everything for her and she knows she’s good. To have the college tell her the art wasn’t up to scratch was a slap in the face. Mammy2 gave her lots of hugs and we told her that
I am still alive. The ‘chat’ went okay. She had an arguement ready in her head , that covered all the areas i love to talk about with her. Her depression, her getting hassled in school, the teachers not understanding her, suicidel tendencies. Etc. We talked and then talked some more. Basically she has
There are some days when I wonder how I stay sane. Then there are days when I know most people already think I’m a bit mad so its fine. I don’t need to justify the hair tearing, stressed out person that is me.
In the last hour I have had some lovely phone calls with the
The kid has the quickest turnaround I have ever seen in opinions. Then again she is a teenager and they are quite fickle. Basically, she has today off. She had briefly mentioned to Mammy2 that she was wanted to go to Cavan for the day to spend the day with the new man. We have
Yesterday was our anniversary. According to the sister K in Holland, and I quote, “Ye lesbians have anniversaries for every thing! The first time ye held hands, the first time ye read poetry to each other” For those of you lucky enough to know me, know what a HUGE poetry fan I am. Moving
