And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. - T S Eliot

This seems like a good enough place to start from.

Early last year I parted from someone I cared deeply about, too much to stay with, for her sake as much as mine.
I'm as skint as I've ever been.
And pissed off with my job.

Hey, that probably identifies me with a few billion people straight away. Feeling better already.
Group hug?

But, I am proud of the way I thought honestly about the relationship I was in and whether or not I would be a better friend out of it, despite all I would lose. And trust me, it was a lot.

Glad too in a weird way I'm skint again, always good to take a close look at what really matters to you, what you need rather than what you want, I guess.

Being pissed off with the job is trickier, what I have to deal with makes me incredibly angry sometimes which I cannot afford, for personal and professional reasons - which is why this blog will stay anonymous.

On a positive note - I'm excited. Because I'm writing exactly what I want in public, which I have never done. Thinking aloud, or writing publicly, will allow me to crystallise stuff that's been churning around in my head for years, to articulate feelings that I'm struggling with right now. Eliot again - "It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words." Therapy, or more honestly maybe, a therapeutic punch bag; something that can have the shit kicked out of it in a guilt free stylee. You can take the boy out of Essex...

Oh yeah, the Marrok tag comes from Mallory.
Look it up.

(A widely-read working class werewolf from Essex. What the fuck?)