Publisher's Synopsis
These writings are about my life, my experiences, the people I've met, the things I've been told, the things I've seen...They're not meant to relate to some part of my life, although they naturally do...they are written to show that no matter what you're feeling, I and probably thousand of people have also felt this way...you are not alone!
I hope these writings have their own meaning to each one of you. I first started writing about 25ish years ago, ironically, just shortly after getting kicked out of school...that was all feck you, life is shit, I want to die, the world owes me everything...why am I here...I'm the only one that's suffered. Overtime things around you change, the people around you change, your life changes as you get older you meet more people...some are deadwood and should be dropped...some just want to use...others want the best for you... Whatever you're going through, good or bad...just remember...someone else is too... It's easy really, just be fecking nice to each other...smile...think positive... Take all the punches life may throw at you...just don't let them knock you down... A little bit about myself... Most of my childhood memories are repressed, I recall very little up to the age of about 16/17ish, the memories I do have all kinda blur, the dates, times that things happened get mixed up. I don't mind, en it really doesn't bother me... I do know that I was in foster care, there were nothing really wrong with me, just misunderstood I guess. Don't feel sorry for me, I had a great time, a better life than what I would've had. While in care, I sat, listened to foster brothers / sisters, along with other people I've met throughout my life, mainly about the things that has happened to them, the worse things a human, parent or otherwise could do to their child etc...I've probably had it happen to me, heard about it or seen the affects'...I made a promise...that what I'm told, I'd take to my grave... As I didn't have anyone to talk to...I was carrying around all this burden...with no way of releasing it...So, I started to write...These things going on at the time in my life affected my schooling...which is one of the reasons I got kicked out at around 15... I've been what would be considered 'depressed' (fecking hate that word) had a mental breakdown, attempted suicide, faced my demons and came out the other side..etc...etc...I'm alright, now...kinda...I can hold it together...or give the impression I can...like we all do...I smile, ask me how I am, "I'm always good, no point being any other way" Skipping parts of my life, way too much past to drag up, stuff I really cannot be bothered to go into / over...I ended up moving to Essex...rejoined the local T.A...fell into insurance, did a tour of Afghan, now I work in London... It felt right, at the time to start writing again, my writings, thoughts, poems whatever you want to call them...hope you each get something out of this... I've gotten where I am today due to being positive, coincidental circumstances, good fortune, a lot of hard work...also, there's a lot people I've had around me that helped get me where I am today... Thanks
