Not Waving But Drowning, then swimming.

In a change from the usual drivel, prior to me getting to the semblance of the point I am seeking, I shall simply dive into more drivel that no one will read.

Despite spending the last decade slowly building up my resistance to complete cunts (it’s ok, I won’t say Cunt again for all you sensitive Cunts).

Firstly, I would like to say that I am speaking from my own experience and from other like minded folk.

Following a complete blue screen of the mind last year I have spent a lot of time reflecting on the roots and causes.

Seemingly I have built up a life based on ‘rules for living’ which, for the most part, are in direct opposition to what I actually ‘Value’ in life.

Emotions are for the weak and not to be trusted.”

Whilst pushing folk away and acting like a bad Clint Eastwood Character, is a sure way to make sure you don’t get twatted – it has its limitations.

For example, if you are not open to others when no fucker will help you when you ‘don’t need it’.

Recent weeks have felt every movement I make is like a desperate wave from a drowning man.

But I am really trying to swim back to where I was.

I can tell you this from my perspective, that every soul needs to bleed and ignoring this is neither, ‘brave’ or ‘masculine’

You have no idea how hard it is to not make a snippy remark and take it all back rn (right now)

“Its calling you my dear… Out of reach”


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