So I realised something, I haven't cried since December, when my Granddad died, and I feel inside sometimes like theres loads of tears just dying to be released, but nothing lets them out. Now it's not like I want a reason for a good cry, I just want a good cry, I know it'll help me sleep; I am Jack's supressed emotion, hiding in the background for none to see.

I also realised that I'm afraid to say what I really mean, for fear of repercussion, you know, like on a job application and they tell you to be honest, and there's no wrong answer

A customer asks you to reach something from the top shelf, what do you do?

A: stand on a kickstool and retrieve the product

B: kick their shins, even if in a wheelchair

C: fake a foreign language and walk away

D: stand on a kickstool, get the product, and hold it just out of the customer's reach#

well it's not A now is it?