The year memories were made from

This has been a post I haven’t wanted to write. Wanted to savour the memory.

What a year it has been since I moved up.

This summer has been mental. Like last summer. Constant partying. I’ve blasted through a couple of grands worth of powder too. been to three festivals. About 20 gigs. Made friends, lost friends. Seem to have found myself a niche in this world though.

I hadn’t written much this year despite my plan to. Unfortunately I’ve not been in a situation where I could sit down on my own and type. Full time work and full time partying have left me exhausted. I’m back to the old tricks. I found solace in drugs again. Found fun in them. Once again it’s gotten old.

But I have a chance now to turn it around. I’ve been the mad one far too long now. I’ve been the one people know will always be out for a drink, but now my phone buzzes from people who want to chat to me. Want my company. Not just after someone to get gassed sat next to. I have plans that involve normal activities. Friends whose houses I go to for coffee.

I’ve gotten over a lot of my old worries and heartbreaks too. Finally.

I’m not saying it’s not fraught with difficulties and challenges. Because it is. But that doesn’t change.

I’m not saying my life was bad before. But I put my priorities in the wrong place.

Queue last Friday, getting a twenty bag off my dealer. Telling him how I’m quietening down and settling down a bit. ‘welcome to the real world’ was his response. Well if you can’t listen to your dealer, who can you listen to?