Sorry, im in deep dark depressive modd again. (I dont care whos reading this).
Admitidley I was the last in my secondary year to get pubes and dropped bollox etc....
My earliest mermorys are whaaaling my eyes off when my Mum left me on the first day of Primary school.
Crying when Mrs Peacock told me my sums were wrong.
Basicly crying alot, then getting the tag "crocodile tears". I used to hide in the hedge at Lismore Drive. Around same time I remember my Police light blue and white Escort corgi getting stuck in drain at the bottom of Lismore not being able to get it out. We lived in Lismore until I was 6 or summit.
I remember always fuckin fighting with John Logan at the end of line up before school, im primary 2 or summit. John Logan and his brother has a whole in his heart.
Think I was nervious from the start. Why the fuck did I cry at the drop of a pencil.
Gotta be summit in my early developement.
I used to cry at a 70s theme tune, every single time it played.
My Dad never took me to any football matches. Always played Golf on the STe or MegaDrive and ran me to out of School activities and Air Cadets.
The whole fuckin reason he enlisted me in Cadets was to give me a back bone.
I used to never close my mouth properlly until my Dad said shut it, when I was about 6 or 7.
Now I remember my Mum saying a doctor said I had a cleffed palette.
Right, I tripped in Primary 2, and mashed up my lip real bad, was like a rugby ball was stuck inside. They went and spoiled me with a space ship toy.
Parents arnt the talk kind. As ignorant as a thorn floating in the wind. The answer my friend is blowing. < Lol, we used to sing that in Primary One. Fuckin ell, all those shitty vietnam, Dilon , hippy songs.
Anyways. What is Stephens problem.
Im never having kids. Well maybe one.
Do you know how many interviews iv had since stopping my work placement in March? Fuck all. Since then applied for 50+ jobs.
Its getting near to a bad time and mental state for me.