Dont be stupid Nathan. Life writing.
I sat in the middle of a green field. It was an oasis of ordered countryside, busy with dog walkers and children during the summer holidays, escaping from grey lives for an hour or so. This playing field had the same name as the cigarettes I smoke, the same name as my street, and if I had a house with a name it would probably have the same name as this field. It was summer, late afternoon, and the heat was stifling, concentrated by clouds into an almost unbearable humidity. But I didn't want to leave, didn't want to be around other people. I needed time to think. 'Clinically nice' is what he called me. 'Whenever you do something you don't believe is good or nice, you think you're unlovable and evil. Its a core belief, which means it’s part of your make up, and it'll take a lot of work to change that belief.' That's how my counsellor explained it to me. Robert, he was nice, it’s a shame he couldn't have talked the cause of this out of me....