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TOODLE OFF to the countryside is what I would do to relax and air away the built up tensions that I had acquired during the lower then lowest time of my life, Ever! Just for a week or two, and return to my fellow flock feeling fresher, thinking faster and ready to get the life back which I once knew, and begin to regain the connection I have lost over time with my much loved, best friends anyone could ever hope for, who have stood by me throughout this horrendous and lowest point of my life (thank you) and make it up to family members who I care so much about and have seen so little of as I have hardly left then security of my four walls for the past not sure how long, all because I have suffered in my self-demoted rancid presence, of which has taken control of my 'now hollow shell' life. Because it has been so long, and I am not one for involving others in my personal life, there are many which have taken upon the role as the voice of my made up life and have chosen to (rather then ask) decide for themselves the reasons for my sudden but drawn out change of normality, and basically brushed me off because it has been too long now, and obviously there must be no reason behind it all. So, let’s Yawn, shrug our shoulders, and Duck our friend off because we have had enough now and cannot be bothered. "Well Neither Can I" surprisingly, or has that not crossed your shallow excuse of a rather pathetic and patronizing hollow mind...!!! So again, with that off my chest. My plan is to prove to everyone that 'That Fella' is not as weak and pathetic as what they all think, !! And when I get back to my normal self, I will not care about the self defined reasons and stories as I know myself the true reasoning behind my different to normal behaviour, I couldn’t care less, because if anyone who has a pulse has gone through the same demoralising thing that I have, and then hidden it from the outside world, I have a slight inkling, that boredom would not be a word in your vocabulary. Unfortunately, there is one other person who knows the truth, even though we haven't talked about it, I sincerely hope that it goes no further as if the day does come when I decide to open up about it, I would prefer it to be from my mouth and not words from another. But I can’t see that happening anytime soon, and if it ever does, it will only be when I am back. So the outcome of this is, I have just decided to create a new page for all my Winging >
(((((Note: for all the Americans who read this, that word is not connected to a plane or a bird or any type of flying apparatus, it as pronounced ( win - jing -- put together it's -- winjing --and spelt correctly I hope it is -- winging ) which is a term for 'complaining', another is 'moaning' which also means complaining. Just in case there are any Americans or British southerners and foreigners for that matter, who do happen to read what I have written. As I know from present explorations, that those particular words are not understood by the majority. If there are more you don’t understand, either ask me or just Google It, Hardy Har Har. Hello to everyone by the way, hope your all doing well )))))
<As I don’t want to make my blog sound so miserable, because that not me as a person, it’s just bad timing that Now is the point of my life in which I decide to start a blog. The winging I have just blabbered on about, does not reflect on everyone, the people and closest friends and family of mine will know which category they fall into. I will however have something to say about it once I reach the peak of purity, and the person I once was. And as you know that person, you know I speak my mind, so brace yourself as I will be with you shortly. Until then, chillax, have a fag, read a paper and indulge in a steaming hot bubbly bath. Ta Ta
