I am shitfaced - In the name of Thiago - Day 63
After a fuckload of
time which I can’t very easily put into words, I have found myself at my sister’s
house in Wiltshire .
This is weird as shit
but I’m doing my best. I am also slaughtered as I write this after Pete (my
wonderful sister’s husband who is keeping me going is keeping me in tow), is
monitoring the situation.
The truth is I am feeling
low. Really low. Pete has achieved so much and has provided a wonderful life for
his family which obviously includes my sister and what have I done for me and mine?
I need to get a grip.
I know that the world is a complicated place and yet all I feel is sadness. One
thing I know is that I love my sister Holly. She is absolutely phenomenal.
My beautiful wife Angelica
is wonderful too and keeps me well. I am so sorry, I am so conflicted and I have to
take some space to say good night. I am drunk and confused..
This is day 63 and I
am truly brutalised. Good night folks, I can do no more.
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