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My name is Martin. Next year I will be 30 years old. I don't have a hell of a lot to show for it. No house. No career. No partner. No money. No kids. No car.*

I am stuck.

Stuck in a life I had never imagined for myself. Stuck with the regrets of the things I have failed to do, the chances I have failed to grasp.

No more.

From January 1st 2010 I will do something everyday that scares me. Well, I might give myself the weekends off, just so I'm not turned into a total quivering wreck.

But until then I'm going to do the usual - hide from life, drink too much and get completely fucked-up over Christmas.

*I'm really not that bothered about the last two.