I made it this way. It was my own choice. Fault. I didn't know how to quit while I was ahead. Now all I ever do is quit. Well, no, I give up. Give in.
Some negative prick I met on Saturday outside my local made some remark about making do with what you're given. I stared at him, eyes totally glazed over, just thinking, 'Is this it? Jesus Christ. What the hell am I doing here?', stubbed out my cigarette and got another drink in. It was a slow night.
What I mean to say is, yes, you are the only person that cares, Mr Anonymous. But that's okay, it's been that long. And, thank you. As much as it's not about doing it for other people, it's the complete opposite actually... but it's nice to have some acknowledgement. Just once.
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