I've deleted and rewritten this entry six times. It's not trying to be dramatic or anything, if I was trying to be dramatic I'd add a sub-plot about Carla sleeping with Antonio behind Johns back while plotting to blow him up on his sail boat for the insurance money.
Right. So.
Things have been quite mental of late, actually for the past few months and more so the past week.
I've not been able to give people the amount of attention they deserve, both online and in the 'real world'.
Most of all I've not been able to look after myself and take care of my own needs. Now that's catching up with me.
Instead of just pissing about now and then, trying to catch up & losing friends because of it, I've decided to take a break from it all. Pretty much everything. Here included.
I'm gonna visit my girl in hospital for two days and then just try and sort everything out.
I'm all at swim and need to find a path for myself.
What that entails, I'm not even sure, but it's all come to a head and I need to get it sorted now. My account will close on the 25th.
I'll probably be back, sometime in the future.
We'll see.
You've all been great. Thanks.
Some people on here have actually changed my life and I wish nothing but the best for you.
It's only ever been the people on here that I've stayed on here for (or even come back for). And that's the reason I'm leaving, because I feel I owe them more than this. And I do.
Take care.
Right. So.
Things have been quite mental of late, actually for the past few months and more so the past week.
I've not been able to give people the amount of attention they deserve, both online and in the 'real world'.
Most of all I've not been able to look after myself and take care of my own needs. Now that's catching up with me.
Instead of just pissing about now and then, trying to catch up & losing friends because of it, I've decided to take a break from it all. Pretty much everything. Here included.
I'm gonna visit my girl in hospital for two days and then just try and sort everything out.
I'm all at swim and need to find a path for myself.
What that entails, I'm not even sure, but it's all come to a head and I need to get it sorted now. My account will close on the 25th.
I'll probably be back, sometime in the future.
We'll see.
You've all been great. Thanks.
Some people on here have actually changed my life and I wish nothing but the best for you.
It's only ever been the people on here that I've stayed on here for (or even come back for). And that's the reason I'm leaving, because I feel I owe them more than this. And I do.
Take care.
RIght, well clearly I'm almost completely inactive on here of late for whatever reason. As much as I love the friends I've made on here, the site itself is much less of a draw than it was.
The fact I even came back is a testiment to the people I know here than the site as a whole.
So the more and more things mount up in the real world, the more and more the virtual world get's shunned.
I've not been up to very much, nothing that exciting. Only managed to get out snapping a few pics on the first of the month, before then...well weeks.
Work and having a girlfriend who wants to see you all the time really does take it out of you. And I can't really refuse the girl my time, she's heading off on holiday on thursday and I wont see her for two weeks.
But it's all taking it's toll, I'm shattered. Running here there and everywhere.
I'm like a headless chicken paying his overdaught with his mortgage while desperately pleading with the famer to give me my head back on some sort of lend-lease system.
I need days off, but I'm due hardly any. I would murder for two weeks doing nothing but relaxing and taking pictures of beautiful places (and people).
In fact I have, many people thought I funded my last trip to New York on hard work, blood sweat and tears style. But alas, no. I funded it with the money I stole from the mashed up remains of my former boss and the change I garnered from pawning his bloodstained clothing and watch.
No overtime? No holidays? No sickpay? No way! Meet the meatgrinder.
Alas the plans for my future failed. I couldn't get hired in Iran, something about my seedy attraction to womens eye slits.
Damn temptresses!
Anywho. Oh yeah, it's my birthday. I guess. Bah.
Another year survived with only mild scarring and mental trauma.
I'll leave you with a snap of some charming local nightlife.
The fact I even came back is a testiment to the people I know here than the site as a whole.
So the more and more things mount up in the real world, the more and more the virtual world get's shunned.
I've not been up to very much, nothing that exciting. Only managed to get out snapping a few pics on the first of the month, before then...well weeks.
Work and having a girlfriend who wants to see you all the time really does take it out of you. And I can't really refuse the girl my time, she's heading off on holiday on thursday and I wont see her for two weeks.
But it's all taking it's toll, I'm shattered. Running here there and everywhere.
I'm like a headless chicken paying his overdaught with his mortgage while desperately pleading with the famer to give me my head back on some sort of lend-lease system.
I need days off, but I'm due hardly any. I would murder for two weeks doing nothing but relaxing and taking pictures of beautiful places (and people).
In fact I have, many people thought I funded my last trip to New York on hard work, blood sweat and tears style. But alas, no. I funded it with the money I stole from the mashed up remains of my former boss and the change I garnered from pawning his bloodstained clothing and watch.
No overtime? No holidays? No sickpay? No way! Meet the meatgrinder.
Alas the plans for my future failed. I couldn't get hired in Iran, something about my seedy attraction to womens eye slits.
Damn temptresses!
Anywho. Oh yeah, it's my birthday. I guess. Bah.
Another year survived with only mild scarring and mental trauma.
I'll leave you with a snap of some charming local nightlife.
