My new book is going to get concentrated on lot more than I have with my others. I am going to take my time, I've done like half a chapter, and I'm going to carry on.
'The very moment I wake up every morning, when there is no past, no future. Where I receive a bright spark of hope washing over me. Then reality sets in, memory's flood throughout my entire body sending a horrid taste of bile at the back of my throat.
I suppose I should be used to it by now, seeing as I have woke up to this every morning for the past three years - that sense of false hope that is destroyed by a reminder of that night.
The night that made me the way I am, that made me an outcast, a delinquent with a disgraceful attitude, the kid all teachers hate.'