Slow Dancing In A Burning Room.

It's been fucking ages pal.
Its gotten to the stage where I have forgotten how to put my feelings into words.
So much has happened since i've last wrote, Most of which i really dont want to talk about to be honest.


Things at home are good, me and the fam are finally getting on and im actually enjoying living at home now, Apart from Shanes at that age where hes a little arrogant wanker and doesnt listen to anyone. Suppose I used to be ten times worse when I was 15.
My Grandad is pretty sick too, which sucks. My granny(whos possibly the best person ever) is finding it really hard to cope and everyone is on the edge. Despite all that things are going grand. Tia, my puppy has gotten huge and is such a brat.

I've been off the drink almost two months now and i havent felt this good in a long time. I suppose the worst possible thing had to happen to be before I could see that drinking was causung problems in my life. Its so easy, so much easier than i ever though to stay off the booze. Im hardly going out anymore and my perfect night is gym, food,movies, cuddles then sleep

Everything seems to finally be falling into place.
I still have my shit days where I dont want to get out of bed at all. Its been difficult coming off my medication and my mood swings and not being able to sleep has been horrible. Not to mention the fuckin rotten rash its given me too. but I suppose I would rather have my body well and chemical free and make a few sacrifices.

AAAAAAAAAAAaaanyway I suppose ill update this shit soon.... Maybe.