Drifting on a memory,
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Than with you.

It seems to me
We can sail together
In and out of mystery.

I want to be
Living for the love of you,
Each and every day
I'm living for the love of you.

So I found out a couple of really weird things today.

Firstly, that my grandmother was an alcoholic, which I'm guessing is where my insatiable need to drink myself into oblivion comes from.

Secondly, that my mother suffered postnatal depression after I was born. And I can't help but wonder if my low self esteem, my shocking sense of self, my need to be loved all stems from that rejection of me by my mother. Explains why I need love now though doesn't it?

A day given to introspection and reflection. Even got booted out of work, when all I wanted to do was work and work and forget everything I'd learnt. And I wasn't even allowed to do that.