Goth girl

Goth girl sits in her protective circle of light, reading stories of ghouls, gore and ghosts (well, gorgeous vampires actually - but that's just splitting hairs).

At heart, I've always been a bit dark. There's at least one person who knows what music I would have been listening too as well. Sadly I don't have my long black goth coat which was my pride and joy in sixth form. Oh, the glory days.

A ghost came to visit this evening, briefly, not to see me, but to see his son. April 15th was the last time he visited. James was pleased to see him. Gone again in 45 minutes, because he had to get home and James had a guitar lesson, but at least there has been contact. Good for James - doesn't matter what I think, it's important he sees him, no matter how infrequently.

"G" words today...

Gift of the gab, giddy, giggly, often gobby, great, gifted (hahahaha), frequently grumpy, don't often feel gorgeous, sometimes greedy, a bit of a gourmet, guzzler of tea, gloomy on grey days - winter leaves me with no 'get up and go'. Sometimes I need to get a grip. I like sitting in my garden, but my fingers are not green. I think maybe that my behaviour towards others can be ghastly, but also that when I am gross or unpleasant, I do have the good grace to be a grown up girl and give an apology.

I do not deal well with grief, and I think I hold on to my personal ghosts for too long. Grandad has left the biggest whole in my heart so far. I fear that there is worse to come along the way.

Something you might not know about me - I believe in ghosts. Utterly. I also used to go on organised ghost hunts with two of my friends, who helped to run them. They were interesting, and one experience at least left me utterly utterly terrified, but unquestioning about there being something there. Up to you what you believe, but I know which side of the fence I sit on.

Night night. I have to get up and pack for two holidays tomorrow...yay!

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