Is what happened to me as of midnight yesterday. The ‘boyfriend’ I wrote about in a previous post has done just that to me, but in the cruelest way imaginable. However, like the saying goes “it takes two to tango”; I have to take some responsibility in allowing him to treat me the way he has. I pride myself on how well I treat others. I am a kind, empathetic, generous and caring person. I’ve never met one person who hasn’t taken my kindness for weakness. But the reason why I

Two years ago I was living in a gorgeous newly built, city centre apartment. I kept myself to myself. No social life, friends, hobbies, criminal record. But the combination of legal prescription drugs and illegal street drugs kept me nicely numb to the world around me. So I felt…well… nothing really. But the point I’m trying to make is that; I had somewhere to live. Running water, electricity, a bed. I had no criminal record. No upcoming trials for possession of class A drugs