And it all came crumbling down
I have spent the last couple of hours watching and re-watching the controlled demolition of Dalton and Lawrence towers on the Aston Uni Campus.
I attended Aston many years ago, I lived in the one remaining tower, Stafford.
I haven't really had much of an emotional reaction to the end of my marriage, I've gone on to facebook and twitter and tried to get back to chatting with old friends, it's been nice, I've felt OK.
Then tonight I watched a bit of my history get erased.
I cried for about ten minutes.
It all slips away from us and if we don't take the chance to revisit it, eventually that chance is taken away.
I am never going to be a writer no matter how much I try, and at age 34, I'm fat, have a skin condition, a mouth full of plastic, I have a mental condition, 3 children from 2 previous relationships, I'm trapped in a tiny town in the middle of fucking nowhere with no local friends and I've got two failed marriages under my belt.
Basically at this point I've worked out I should give up on ever achieving anything.
I attended Aston many years ago, I lived in the one remaining tower, Stafford.
I haven't really had much of an emotional reaction to the end of my marriage, I've gone on to facebook and twitter and tried to get back to chatting with old friends, it's been nice, I've felt OK.
Then tonight I watched a bit of my history get erased.
I cried for about ten minutes.
It all slips away from us and if we don't take the chance to revisit it, eventually that chance is taken away.
I am never going to be a writer no matter how much I try, and at age 34, I'm fat, have a skin condition, a mouth full of plastic, I have a mental condition, 3 children from 2 previous relationships, I'm trapped in a tiny town in the middle of fucking nowhere with no local friends and I've got two failed marriages under my belt.
Basically at this point I've worked out I should give up on ever achieving anything.