There is no past, there is only future, theres only here, theres only now
I’m a bit of a hypochondriac.
It doesn’t help, obviously, that i am actually officially ill; that I’ve been scanned, tested, prodded and poked and had things inside me that are TMI. Far far too much tmi.
It doesn’t stop me thinking that the ingrown hair on the back of my leg is something worse, that the mole I’ve had since birth is getting bigger and I know I should stop biting the exact same spot on my lip when i have insomnia (oh yeah i have that too).
But, yeah, I like being a hypochondriac.
Being a hypochondriac means I worry about little things that could go wrong, not the big things that are going wrong. I like looking after the pennies as it means i can ignore the pounds.
That some days i just can’t get out of bed.
That some days i just want to turn my head against the wall.
That some days this is one day, that some days that is the next day and the next day and the next day.
But of course those days pass and i get out of bed.
…and one of these days ill just keep on getting out of bed.
…and one of these days the sun will shine and keep on shining.
“These are the days that will last forever, you’ve got to hold them in your heart”