HEY CAN YOU DISTRACT ME FOR A SECOND? I’VE BEEN WRITING ABOUT THE SAME SUBJECT FOR HOURS ON END. AND THERE’S THIS WALL, YOU SEE. I CAN’T JUMP OVER IT, DIG BENEATH IT OR FIND AN OPENING ALONG THE SIDE. HERE’S THE THING, I HAVE STUFF THAT NEEDS SPILLING OUT. UNFORTUNATELY THERE IS NO PLACE FOR IT ON THOSE PAGES. INDULGE ME: THIS SONG CAME ON, RIGHT, AND IT’S REACHING PAST THE JUNK FOOD AND INTO THE EMOTIONAL PITS OF MY STOMACH. MY FRIEND, HE PASSED AWAY NOT TOO LONG AGO. SO.. THERE WERE ALL THESE TIMES HE WAS ALIVE AND WELL AND I DIDN’T SEE HIM. THAT’S HANGING OVER MY HEAD. I DON’T MEAN TO SHOUT, BUT I THINK IT MIGHT DISTRACT YOU FROM READING BECAUSE I’M NOT ENTIRELY SURE I WANT YOU TO BE READING THIS. I FEEL A DIFFERENT VOICE PRESENTS HERSELF WHEN THE INFERIOR LETTERS ARE TUCKED AWAY. HOPEFULLY YOU SKIM OVER THE ALL-CAPS AND CLICK YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS BLOCK OF TEXT. I DON’T INTEND TO POST DIARY ENTRIES. IT’S JUST THAT THERE ARE A LOT OF HUMANS I MISS. AND ONE DOG. I’VE ONLY HAD ONE PET GROWING UP. THE DAY BEFORE MY FAMILY AND I WERE TO LEAVE SAUDI ARABIA FOR GOOD, I HAD TO DROP MY DOG OFF AT HER NEW GUARDIANS. I WAS 11 AND BLOODY HELL,  THAT IS A SPECIAL KIND OF HEARTACHE THAT YOU JUST DON’T GET OVER, NO? AS AN ONLY KID, WHO ELSE DID I HAVE? THAT ONLY THING I DID HAVE, I JUST LEFT BEHIND. WHAT KIND OF PERSON ABANDONS HER ONLY BEST FRIEND? HER HOWLS, AS WE SHUT THE GATE, WILL CONTINUE TO SADDEN ME. SORRY FOR SHARING MY (NON)ISSUES. I DON’T THINK I HAVE ISSUES, NOT THAT IT MATTERS. WE ALL HAVE BONES IN CABINETS, DRAWERS AND WARDROBES AND SOMETIMES THESE, AS LITTLE JOINTS AS THEY ARE, NEED TO BE DUSTED OFF ON THE INTERNET ‘COS, HONEY, THEY HAVEN’T A PLACE IN MY HEAVILY WORDED DISSERTATION.