Posted this on my Facebook tonight:
A SHORT TALE OF MY BOLLOCKS LIFE
Right, I appreciate that this may be a bit too sappy for Facebook, but I rate it slightly above motivational quotes that aren't about masturbation but still below liking to show respect for that guy who opened that door for that person.
This is for my friends who I have endlessly let down and others who may feel the need to understand why I'm such a cockend sometimes. No, it's not you, it's (pretty much always) me. Most of my close friends will know about this but I have to explain before I go away/into home-made rehab for a bit.
About ten years ago, for reasons that go right back to when I was 11 years old, I became addicted to something which has pretty much ruined my life (up until now). This addiction has completely controlled me at times and has put me on a path which has borne countless dark days, embarrassing fuck-ups, mistakes and yah-de-yahs. I accept that we all have our problems, vices and expectations of life but I for one am utterly sick to the teeth of side-lining my passions in life (music, veganism, my friends and falafel) and more importantly, not being there for my friends and constantly hiding away in a corner when things go wrong - all the time. Aside from the fact that this fucking thing has damn near killed me.
I'll spare the details but last year, within the space of a month, I ended up seriously fucking with people that I definitely could have done without fucking with and then I was devastatingly wronged by others. Whilst steps were taken to take care of the first act, the second act and those responsible shall be accounted for at another date, when I'm ready. Things got fucking real and I'm still picking up the pieces. If it wasn't for The Samaritans, I can't say for definite that I'd still be here. The point is, it was a wake-up call.
It is time to sort this, once and for all. I have to go away for a bit and get some proper care. I am incredibly lucky to have my two best friends there for me (again), who have given me the opportunity/support I need to take some time off and focus on getting clean and moving on.
To all the amazing people who have tried everything and shown me love to help me out down the years - thank you. Your kindness and efforts were not in vain. I know it's been ten years but you have given me spells of happiness and joy that not only got me this far, they sustain me every single day. If you don't know who you are, you will. I love you and I also love all my friends, so much - if I haven't seen you for years, it's probably my fault.
Oh, and for anyone who would like to guess: it's not an addiction to farting.
This is for my friends who I have endlessly let down and others who may feel the need to understand why I'm such a cockend sometimes. No, it's not you, it's (pretty much always) me. Most of my close friends will know about this but I have to explain before I go away/into home-made rehab for a bit.
About ten years ago, for reasons that go right back to when I was 11 years old, I became addicted to something which has pretty much ruined my life (up until now). This addiction has completely controlled me at times and has put me on a path which has borne countless dark days, embarrassing fuck-ups, mistakes and yah-de-yahs. I accept that we all have our problems, vices and expectations of life but I for one am utterly sick to the teeth of side-lining my passions in life (music, veganism, my friends and falafel) and more importantly, not being there for my friends and constantly hiding away in a corner when things go wrong - all the time. Aside from the fact that this fucking thing has damn near killed me.
I'll spare the details but last year, within the space of a month, I ended up seriously fucking with people that I definitely could have done without fucking with and then I was devastatingly wronged by others. Whilst steps were taken to take care of the first act, the second act and those responsible shall be accounted for at another date, when I'm ready. Things got fucking real and I'm still picking up the pieces. If it wasn't for The Samaritans, I can't say for definite that I'd still be here. The point is, it was a wake-up call.
It is time to sort this, once and for all. I have to go away for a bit and get some proper care. I am incredibly lucky to have my two best friends there for me (again), who have given me the opportunity/support I need to take some time off and focus on getting clean and moving on.
To all the amazing people who have tried everything and shown me love to help me out down the years - thank you. Your kindness and efforts were not in vain. I know it's been ten years but you have given me spells of happiness and joy that not only got me this far, they sustain me every single day. If you don't know who you are, you will. I love you and I also love all my friends, so much - if I haven't seen you for years, it's probably my fault.
Oh, and for anyone who would like to guess: it's not an addiction to farting.
Thanks, much love, see you soon and sorry for all the times I've failed to show up, Alex.
PS. For those that do know, I'd appreciate it if you didn't give any details to anyone.
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