“I was a stupid little kid. I was a daddy’s boy. I loved my dad, so when he died, I felt like a part of me had died as well. I couldn’t cope with the loss and I lost myself in grief. I kept reliving the moment when my mum told me my dad was dead. He was gone. I couldn’t accept that. I wanted to escape reality, so I drank, smoked, partied and fucked around. I wanted to cause as much misery to everyone around me because I was miserable. I wanted people to understand my pain, but all I did was hurt and push them away. I associated myself with the wrong people because they allowed me to become the
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