Passed out on a washroom floor in a restaraunt and ended up in hospital getting fed through an IV drip because I'm not able to swallow right now. They're wanting me to go into some kind of treatment centre but we've not got any plans finalised. Turns out I've lost just under two stone but that's just...December... Being alone at home since my wife's decided to leave hasn't helped. It's no cause but the empty house is no' helping and Meggie's...not coming back...
Suppose I deserve it. I'd imagined diferent after the wedding, but it's becoming quickly clear that no one will ever... Once a piece of unwanted street trash, always a piece of unwanted street trash who'll die alone. Guess I've got to get used to it now before it comes to that Someone send me suggestions for things to DO here, please?