I wanted to say goodbye to the only few people I had some sort of connection with - the artistic side of humanity.
For those of you who don't know - referring to my talk with Rachel:
My wife has bipolar dementia/psychosis. It's the result of a fall about 7 years ago for which she was diagnosed with "zero short term memory".
For the past year, I have, each and EVERY sodding day, been told that I;m an arrsehaole, a bastarrd, a cuunt, she hates n=my guts, she hate this kittke house I;ve tried tio make a hime,,'
(yes, i;ve had abotu a litre of brandy)
I can;t do this any more - for the past year all I want to do is die.
But at last ui;lve fonally found an old shotgun, i stole it form a farmwers house, doble barrel with two shelkls..
So - I'mm off out to the back yard to blow by brains out overt the fence.
When you read thius, likely i will be dead.. thabnks for all the nice words about my pitcures and AOP styles.
Thanks for being nice people who I could relate to... sorry you weren;t enoguh..
bye... I don;t belieb=ve in an afetr l8ife but if there uis oine, I;ll try ti let you kniow.
If there's one tghing I have learnt of life - don;t follow your dreams, they turn to shiit.
Life id misery..