...Continued.
Sorry, last post ended rather abruptly. I thought I might update you a little more on my life.
For starters Dale's back. I was in college one day and someone came up to me and said, "Oh by the way, Dale's back." Me and a friend went all over the college looking for him. When we finally found him I gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. I'd missed him so much. Visually he'd hardly changed at all but emotionally and mentally he was completely different. Apparantly he hated Australia and everything about it. He couldn't wait to come back and was glad that he had now. He had been very depressed and now seemed emotionally dead. The only thing that makes him the least bit happy is the imaginning of people in pain.
Whilst I was with Stu, I got into a lot of things I wish I hadn't including drinking, soft drugs and self-harm. But after alot of time and alot of help from Josh, (and none what-so-ever from my parents) I got better and now only drink on special occasions, seldom do drugs and only self-harm in majorly extreme cases. So I'm not quite alright but I'm getting there. I'm really upset at the moment as my Dad has just denied me the one thing that may convince me to be home more often, a cat. I'm hardly evr at home because I feel depressed the instant I walk through the front door. I can't tell you exactly what it is that depresses me, I guess it's just a combination of everything here. I felt that if I had something to love and something to love me at home, then I wouldn't feel that depression. But I guess Dad thinks I'm not responsible enough to care for something I love.
Anywho, i'll update again soon
Blessed Be
Hawk
XxxX
For starters Dale's back. I was in college one day and someone came up to me and said, "Oh by the way, Dale's back." Me and a friend went all over the college looking for him. When we finally found him I gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. I'd missed him so much. Visually he'd hardly changed at all but emotionally and mentally he was completely different. Apparantly he hated Australia and everything about it. He couldn't wait to come back and was glad that he had now. He had been very depressed and now seemed emotionally dead. The only thing that makes him the least bit happy is the imaginning of people in pain.
Whilst I was with Stu, I got into a lot of things I wish I hadn't including drinking, soft drugs and self-harm. But after alot of time and alot of help from Josh, (and none what-so-ever from my parents) I got better and now only drink on special occasions, seldom do drugs and only self-harm in majorly extreme cases. So I'm not quite alright but I'm getting there. I'm really upset at the moment as my Dad has just denied me the one thing that may convince me to be home more often, a cat. I'm hardly evr at home because I feel depressed the instant I walk through the front door. I can't tell you exactly what it is that depresses me, I guess it's just a combination of everything here. I felt that if I had something to love and something to love me at home, then I wouldn't feel that depression. But I guess Dad thinks I'm not responsible enough to care for something I love.
Anywho, i'll update again soon
Blessed Be
Hawk
XxxX