I’ve never got to courage to tell my family that I’m a
raving bisexual. They don’t now the real reason I got sacked from a job I loved, they don’t know I’m a
chain smoker, the fact I’ve continually stolen money and personal items to fund my
compulsive spending sprees. Everyone whose tried to get close to me I’ve gone out of my way to hurt and take advantage off. All my relationships have been wrecked by my wanton drive to experience drink, drugs and sex with other people.
And people wonder why I hate myself.