Time

It hasn't been long since i posted last, but it feels like a year ago. Uncle Roberts room was cleaned out on saturday the 28th, i think that was the date. That night i had a dream, i hated the dream but at the same time i loved it because he was there, still talking and walking away. I've not been staying at home, been at Richies - my boyfriends. I find it a bit easier here, because there is lots of stuff to keep my mind of it, and he helps as well. It's my birthday on thursday, i dont think i could be dreading it any more. I hope tonight and tomorrow drags on as long as possible. My Granny seems to be doing quite good, she surprised everyone. My mum and Anne arent though. I wish i could help them, but i cant. I've been on the internet all day, watching downloads going, for hours on end. Richies pal is here, he put on braveheart and of course thats probably the worst thing that could be done, its a film thats loved greatly by the family, and seen as the best thing ever, and it made me feel.... scared i think. I wanted to get out the room, but i didnt want to be myself, so i came here instead. I feel like a maniac writing this but at the same time it helps.
I'm away just now, to bring the washing in or something.