I wrote a letter that I never mailed. I rehearsed the dialogue in my head. In case you ever want to track me down, I'll take myself home to bed.

Dear bedshaped,

What's happened to you man!? Seriously, you've let your guard slip in so many ways recently, you're almost transparent. Put the brakes on that right now, sir! You're better than that.
Better, better, better.
Stop worrying about what other people think of you! It never used to bother you. Flipping around place to place, time to space, you're philosophy was always to cast aside other people's judgements. So why, all of a sudden do they whispers bother you so much?!
You've lost focus.
So, listen up:

• Serve those fuckers final notice to stop them from living in your house, rent free for the last three months. Then when they are finally out, smarten the place up and then cut that noose from around your neck by selling up. For whatever you can get. Take the hit if you have to. Just be rid of it.

• Get yourself as debt free as humanly possible, given your 'situation'. Pay back, pay back, pay back!

• Stop trying to live like a Vamp and get some damned rest. You're burning yourself out, fella.

• Cast aside all these silly notions you have about what others think of you. Chance are you're completely wrong in your assumptions, besides the fact that....really, do you think that other people really give that much of a fuck about you? I doubt it very much.

• Change jobs. C'mon....you know you ain't gonna stick around there much longer. Stop waiting for the call, and instead make it!

• Learn to say "No" to people. It doesn't offend them anywhere near as much as you think it does. In fact, they 're fine about it. No harm done, right.

•  Stop trying to save the world!

• Make some plans, get some focus....start some cogs turning to move out of that fucking house!

• Stop talking to yourself!

Love
bedshaped x