It is a very interesting question... and I'd like to answer if I may about the boy I used to be... The one that was a shell... a piece of armour... a shard of masculinity... Call the indulgence therapy if you might Batty...
He was artistic, quiet, shy, considered by a few to be a genius (lol... very kind but sadly untrue), self-destructive, incapable of maintaining friendships, arrogant, petty, angry, violent, at times vicious, prone to bouts of self harm, a virtual alcoholic, nihilistic, utterly empty, a total void. Not a very happy human being at all...
Interestingly my best friend who is struggling with Lisa said he was jealous of the old me as I was handsome, likeable, was loaded, had beautiful women, drove expensive exotic cars and had a full head of hair (He's quite bald)... Just goes to show how well I hid the pain that was tearing me apart daily... Hmmmm... It is difficult to look people that have known me man and woman in the eye and tell them just what a lie my whole life with them was back then.
End of interruption... I just felt the need to write that out of my system... sorry... I''ll let you get back to your thread.
Lisa x
