It’s great that you sorted your life out and wrote a book about it, mate, good for you, but I’m not thinking about how good my future could be, because I don’t think I’m going to have one; I’ve not even decided whether I’m going to do tonight yet, let alone March, and there is no amount of strangers being reflective about their own problems they’ve sorted that is going to make me feel like being alive any more is worth it.
