A little time has passed and nothing much has changed. A child access agreement and divorce proposal from “her”, a thousand government forms filled in and sent.
Why is it the end then?
It’s not really. It’s the end of this chapter, I suppose. It’s time to concentrate on the future. Not the past. Things will only get better now. I know that.
Of course, the darkness, created by the disease I have, will always show its face from time to time. I just have to learn to use it to my advantage. Anyone who knows me, will know how much I excel in the darkness. Drawing from its power.
My lust for madness and chaos will always remain. The desire to push my physical, emotional and mental boundaries to the Fucking limit, is key to my existence.
“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” – HST.
I have talents. Musically, artistically, that I need to accept. Use what I have, to push those forward. Stop fighting against it.
*waffle waffle waffle*
What am I saying? Time to start again. Move on. Bore everyone with a different story. A better story, I hope.
A few more “i”s to dot and “t”s to cross, then see where it goes.