I wock up this morning and for some reason I am not a happy boy. I have been crying. I don't know why I sad. It my birthday tomorrow.
All I really won't is to have a cuddle. Be raped up tightly in a soft blanket and rocked.
I think I really am losing the plot.
I don't function well as an adult.
I am a kid in a oversized body.
And most of all I am actually frightened.
I like it when i am happy. And that when I am playing or painting. Just being me and not really thinking about thinks.
Sorry I now this is not the usual from me.