From quite early on, I had this idea of compartmentalized identities - 'this is how you are when you are with your mum, and this is how you are when you are with your dad' - so it seemed like I could never absolutely be myself. And the image of myself as compromised and inconsistent made me want to withdraw from the world even further. I had a sense of formulating a paper-mache version of myself to send out in the world, while I sat controlling it remotely from some smug suburban barracks.

Managing wildlife? It's wild! It don't need managing, leave it alone.

I thought I was promiscuous, but it turns out I was just thorough.

Honesty has always been an integral part of my operation, really.

Thus another friendship was dashed on the cruel rocks amid the storm of my self-destruction.

Drugs and alcohol are not my problem, reality is my problem, drugs and alcohol are my solution.

I'll not be changing, but America will.