Another month, another rambled, unstructured, meaningless posts. But better than nothing, right?44 years old, and its all changed and so much stayed the same. I kind of get that better now. Ive always hed that feeling, but understand it. The scene of the drama may have changed, but the nature of the drama itself, very little.
I've been here before, when Agnes and I got divorced. But there, I asked for the divorce, I left. And here I sit. Although the physical situation is better than last time, a one bedroom flat vs a room with a bathroom seperated by a garden, all still the same. Here I sit, writing some usless trash.
Bit of a bender last night. Bit of a release. I dont know how well that phrase actually fits, as most nights turn in to benders these days. The emotional melt down, those are happenng a bit more regularily. I can write about how I need to change till I'm blue in the face, the fact is nothing will change on its own. And I'm the one not stepping up and doing it, not changing.
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