The sun is out, there’s blue sky and a dusting of snow on them there hills.
And I am failing entirely at life. Sitting here indoors with a headful of negative thoughts whirling sickeningly, unable to move myself.
My parents are coming round later. Bringing birthday presents. We don’t want birthday presents. Birthday presents cannot make it better. Nothing makes it better, except possibly hurting myself more than they can hurt me, because at least that way I stay in control.