Still on the run
This is a stupidly long tale so the really dondensed version goes thus.

moved out of the family home, moved in with friends, drug honeymoon begins. Drug honeymoon ends with a shedload of debt, my mates thinking I'm gay (what I'd actually said was 'I think I'm bi) bit of a mental breakdown occurs (one parent being a raging alcoholic and the other one being proper snooker loopy did not help)

Crash at a friends house for the summer, his family help me put the bits and pieces of my life together and things slowly make more sense. They also pay for me to travel up to N Wales with my friend for a weekend party he was DJing at. Muchos fun had and the crew I met there invited me to a house party they were having in Leeds that oct.

October comes and I travel up with 100 nicker, toothbrush and one change of clothes and my limited common sense. Have greatest time of my life and decide not to return to London, instead squat in Barnsley for a month before finally getting a place in Leeds. There is no worse feeling than squatting in Barnsley people, trust me.

That was 4 years ago and it was the best decision of my life, starting from scratch and building a completely new life, being able to re create myself was amazing and not have any link to the shite which had affected me in London is shit hot. most people still dont know where I am which is a bonus, and I'm thankful.

My life up here spanks the shite out of my old one, so it goes to show that running away from your problems might just be the best idea you have
(luckymcdanger, Fri 11 Aug 2006, 15:45, Reply)