Together, we can make it.

October 2009 was my last proper post, I have also found out I have 12 followers. Well maybe one of them 12 will sporadically come and view and be pleasantly surprised I've bothered again.
Like I said a month ago? So much has happened in the past year, so I'll do what I do best and bullet point events and miss out loads of detail.

• January 2010 happened, I'd split up with the army guy Luke all for selfish and stupid reasons, I'd got bored, and I had quit working at Fairfields a couple of months ago to start a new job working with severley disabled adults (both mentally and physically) with associated nursing needs. That job was probably the best job I have ever and will have ever had. I learnt so much and not even in a way nice people say, if that makes sense, I'm really not saying it because that's what is deemed socially polite. It was fucking brilliant. I had a horrible stereotype in my head that all severly disabled people had the same personality. I was definately naive in thinking that.
• During my time working with the diisabled adults I moved in with my best friend at the time - Lettie. We rented a converted chapel and I can say the house was beautiful, it's only vice was that it was on the expensive side (and shit phone signal) Most months when rent was due, we never had the money but always, somehow and I can't explain how, we managed to get it all together right at the last moment enabling us to stay there for the forthcoming month. We had many dreams together to get out of the shithole Bude, and we where determined to make our future elsewhere. Primarily it was Bournemouth. We decided to move out of the chapel into her sisters flat which was under renovation. It had 1 bedroom, no bathroom, no lounge and no kitchen. Needless to say, we got under eachothers skin pretty quick and before long she had moved a guy in without asking me, I thought this was seriously out of order as we where sleeping in the same room. I still have no idea why she did this to me. As I was working long hours at work and had to travel 20 miles to get there I needed to go to sleep early and get up early which I found agonisingly hard with an annoying giggling couple a meter away from me. I quit the job with the diabled adults as every month I worked there I was getting into more and more debt. The money just didn't cover the cost of travelling there and back and living independantly. I got a new job working for an agency caring in the community which started off well.
  After a month of the bullshit of living in a confined space with a sickening couple, it was imposed on me through a text message ,whilst I was at work ,that I had to move out, as the flat wasn't livable, rendering me homeless, the reason being I had decided that I wasn't mentally ready enough to go and live back with my parents. Luckily, my real friend Jess who has been a true friend to me and no doubt will always be, said she would ask her family if I could rent a room in their house for the summer. I was so happy when they agreed. The summer came and went and I spent alot of the time working. Around september time I think, I moved back in with my parents and vowed to sort my life out. From early september through until January I worked my fat arse off and earned myself lots of monies. I made myself a social recluse and spent my free time learning more pieces of music on the piano. I can now play Comptine d'un autre ete. :)
  As the days leading up to New Years came me and Lettie had become friends again (She had split up with her man by then) and paired up to go out. It was a really good night, except for one tiny detail....I met Dave.
• Dave was originally Lettie's company or the evening, they where at the very very beginning of a possible romance but after the New Years and meeting all up again, Lettie went off with somebody else, and I just happened to end up with Dave. At the beginning it was the perfect romace, I told lettie about it all and she was genuinely ok with it as they hadn't even had sex yet. I was instantly besotted. And to be quite honest, I usually have a heart of stone when it comes to men. To cut a long story short, I moved in with Dave the month after we got together and didn't invite Lettie to live with us. Two's company three's a crowd. I knew how much living with her and her partner was, I didn't want to do the same to her. (I do feel bad about not living with just her now though. I'm not a saint, I chose him over her)
  I think it was April that things got bad between us, he had friends round all the time, had a dangerous addiction to cocaine which ate up all our rent money causing real bad trouble with our landlady who he'd lied to already about so many things.
  He turned out to be a massive fucking dick. One of my many regrets in life. Our split up lasted about 2 weeks. It was very messy. The final ending was when he caught me in the act in the kitchen after a night out with a friend who had moved in with us a few weeks before. (All this was a few days after my 21st birthday)
• Which brings me to my last bit of news, I'm now typing this on a Greek island with said bloke I was caught with, where I've been living for over half a year now. (Dave got caught with 500,000 pills just after we split and is getting sentenced soon and will be going to jail, he's also got his new girlfriend pregnant)

There are so many little bits of important information i've left out, but now i've managed to vomit out the basics I can work around it in later posts.

This is not the end. This is just the beginning. But for now, Goodbye :)