28.04.14 (Day 127)
The blog is finished; the journal too. My thoughts now are with my other half (who’s 35-years-old).
I grew tired of the negative comments I received from so-called friends and supporters: they did nothing but drive me into the ground. But I picked myself up and dusted myself off, yet again. They can’t keep me down though.
I’ve got my girl now. We’re okay. We’ve got a flat. I’m working. I did it with the help of people who remained by my side. Me and my girl don’t have much time. We’re walking, together. FTW (double meaning: get it).
I’ll carry on. I’ll continue to write for as long as I can. Just not here.
I’m off to get my kids back too.
Victor. Frank. Always.