My son's going to Ireland with his dad this Friday for eleven days. He'll be away when the lease ends. Good thing maybe but I wish he wasn't.
I have to deal with all the fear and uncertainty with little to take my mind off it.
I'm going to get totally fucked. I'm going to get totally fucked every which way with Al Cohol, like I did at the weekend without my boy.
I've got dozens upon dozens of anti depressant drugs stockpiled in my cupboard and a bottle of vodka in the freezer. So easy. So so easy.
Photos of my son are everywhere, pictures he's drawn on every wall.
My son, my sun, my boy, my buoy, my chink of light in this dark, dark hole.
Don't lose faith, stiggers is saying
Do Not Lose Faith
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