white to blank.

There's no hiding now. He's cut off all my hair, and i now have to face the music, they say. It's almost like he's thrusting me to over come my over riding insecurities. But there is only so much i can do and i cried for too long last night. worringly things are definately coming to a head and i hope that when the jump arrives i wont be doing it alone. I almost didn't think about him today. Which was in fact not much of an effort. I think the patients thing is kicking in. I'm almost at a blank on what's about to happen next, i see tonight, sitting round a table in a pub with my friends. Tomorrow in the workshop and dancing at the Laban..... and then blank.