Okay I thought about this, I have been thinking about it a lot and I think today is the time to post it. Why? I've realised I don't actually live in the real world. I live in this place where movie romances. (not the perfect ones, think more indie foreign not in an english language coming of age LGBT type romance. Those things are far from perfect) where they exist. Not just those but the books I read and the books I write. If you've ever read one of my books you know my relationships are not perfect at all but yet somehow they still work. And I find myself fantasizing daily on the type of life I could have with the type of people I can't have every-time I look at them during my day to day life. I'm almost thirty-five and I've hit that point where I realise i'm not in the space both mentally physically or even financially to get out of this constant state of loneliness and on this island... Never going to happen.