Change of email address

Hello!

Just a quick note to say I have seemingly completely locked myself out of my blog email account.  I check it about once a week, for people who have emailed, and I changed the password about a month ago to something more easy to remember- and apparently it’s not.  Well done me! I can’t get back in, so until (and if!) I can, please email me at:

anne (dot) elk (at) gmail (dot) com.

Thanks and sorry if I haven’t replied.

If you don’t want to use the email address, here’s a handy form! Do use it, I’ve never put a form in a post before and it is like witchcraft.  This way you can be anonymous too, so if you’ve been itching to send some abuse or filth, now’s your chance!

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The Secret Life of a Manic Depressive

I’ve never composed a proper suicide note.

The one time I tried to was when I was fifteen and I didn’t really understand what death was. I thought I’d be there to read my own obituary and wanted to make sure they had something poetic to put in it. Adrift in agonising over words that rhymed with “loneliness”, I put on a CD to help me channel some of the pain and became rather distracted. I sneaked a fag out of the bedroom window and watched the smoke drift off towards the moon. In the glass was reflected the padding figure of my baby sister, still in her school uniform, batting her fair hair out of her drooping lids and groping a hand towards her bed. Friday was the day it was okay to sleep in your uniform. She nodded at me sleepily before climbing onto her bunk and, very…

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