Yes that might be a better solution.

I despise what Twitter / X has become, but I’m not sure that banning it is the answer: it would still be accessible to those with a VPN, and for everyone else it would still exist but we would no longer be able to see it. I’m quite a believer in “know thy enemy”, and what better way to observe them.

Pretty you 💜

*brought, not bought, oops.

DM as I wasn’t able to send you one when I tried last year, but it’s the only way I have left to say it. I guess I might never stop talking to you in my head, and I will miss you and mourn your absence for the rest of my life.

how much I admired you, was in awe of you in fact. You will never know the extent of the talks I had with you in my head, the things I wish I had discussed with you, how absolutely desolate it is to know now that I never will. It’s so fucking stupid to say all this as a Bluesky post, and not even a

difficulties was to shut myself away and become more and more silent. I don’t even use my own bloody name or photo on social media (though that’s partly because I don’t want people from work to find my accounts, I refuse to have to always be palatable to my NHS trust on my own time). You never knew

determined cheerfulness I was using to get through everything: I refused to be pitied, I was horrified and sick of people’s pity, so I changed the subject. You were so much braver than me, you wrote about everything you were going through in life, you reached so many people, whereas my reaction to

thought you might cry in front of me… but you didn’t. We had become sufficiently distanced that you kept it together in front of me, the whole three days I was there. Then when Lee had his brain haemmorhage the next year, you attempted to sympathise and I brushed it off with the false lacquer of

so much we should have talked about, should have said. It was all fun and games when we were younger, then I guess adulthood slapped us each round the face again and again as time went on, until we were kind of isolated in our separate griefs, we had drifted. There was a moment in Clacton where I

I know you won’t read this Lisa, because you’re gone. There’s so much I wish I could have said to you. You’re one of the people I’ve always had imaginary conversations with in my head, and I’m still having them now, and it fucking hurts because now I know they won’t ever be had in reality. There’s

Thank you.

Thank you so much, I saw the posts on Facebook too, thank you for letting everyone know, I was friends with her since sixth form college, she was the main reason I even made a Bluesky account, because I’m wary of social media but still wanted to see her on it. I hope you’re ok.