welcome to page 3

well another holiday has passed for me....woop-de-doo im back (sooo much sarcasm..)

ive established something:

#please be advised that readers may find some scenes depressing, boring or just plain daft.....descression is advised as i cant be arsed to give it an age certificate#

i have come to the conclusion that abertridwr, caerphilly and wales, although beautifull, are fucking boring. there is jack shit to do around here, and i am rapidly becoming utterly sick of the same damn routines that i have had implanted in my mind by people telling me i've got 'commitments'....

BOLLOCKS! i dont have any commitments that make my life drain away, so much so that only by virtue of the fact my mates are here, do i keep my feet planted. this entire concept of commitment is wearing me thin. day by day i feel my patence shrink, and beneith the underlayer my motivation is dying quickly. nothing seems worth it anymore.... ive been away to 3 different places this summer, and yet its only when i return home 'where the heart is', that i realise how crap this place is (not my home or family or friends....the area, the people, the rest). nothing is more exhilerating to me now, than to get the fuck away from caerphilly!

ive got people telling me this that and the other.... my 'commitments and responsibilities' lie in only a few areas, and yet the weight of them is killing me:

.....school
.....cadets
.....coaching

all of these combined is proving potent to me at the moment. for christ sake, can anyone help me....at all.... i dont care who you are, how we are as mates, where you live.... help me.

without trying to sound too melodramatic, you may be some kind of saviour to me.
thanks