Time for confession, I had an exit strategy, back where I lived in my Unit. Where there was a man whole in the bathroom there were rafters strong enough to hold my body weight. At first seeing this I thought I might need a rope, but soon realised I could make a noose out of a sheet. After rolling up the sheet and making it into a noose and tying it to the rafter and given it a slight test, I thought I had a way out. After my attempt of overdosing had failed I knew I would have to do something even more drastic if I really wanted to end things and hanging myself now seemed like the only way to do it. I was just waiting until something happened, maybe something like snapping from the constant boredom and isolation.

But that wasn't to be, before it happened I got evicted from my flat, leaving behind the means of being able to commit suicide. So life goes on, but what's next? what really is the matter with me? is my life that bad? shall I plot another elaborate scheme to end my life?

It really is time for a bucket list.

1.Travel to/live in different communities all round Australia.

2. Try to settle down at least once more.


That should keep me going for a while.