Thank you Beatte!
That cleared the cobwebs!
I talk shit, repeat myself to Jo, forget things, have shelter. Fucking stressed but hey? I am a wreck but have realised I can do it: new start, new projects, new structure, and realising I do not have to cry every day' Shit sandwich of 2011 sprinkled with broken glass of the prosecution
M is my fault, I have just realised, but hey! she has made herself dead to me, and did me over with friends and family which is bizarre behaviour. And who used to bring her wine every night?. Who got cuddled every night? She hated me after my behaviour wasnt conformist enough eg VZ, Spitsbergen, getting fired . Who leaves, after no discussion, and cannot face up to what they have fucking done? Ah, that would be M then. I am apparently on the Road Less Travelled and am finding some new companionship(That is all!
) in Suffolk. Perhaps it was Devon's fault! I will be so decluttering the utter shit I exported from my ex-house shortly. Will be learning some new trades soon eg roofer, poet, artist. Kunstler, mit beutel, mit mappe. I made a new friend called Andrew the other night, and a rubbish fly, also called Andrew and I have a place of refuge which is a stable we will convert next week with the help of Seb, the next new friend I have made in friendly Suffolk. Non-conformism is a thing accepted here.
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That sounds very promising. :) Onwards and upwards, Andy.
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