The end is near!

Hi, where do I start. 
25 years of gambling! My life has been consumed by that devil. That horrible addiction. 
I cannot tell you a period of time I’ve actually had away from it. 
 The level of gambling is so high I don’t even know the sort of person I am with out it. 
And now just feeding the habit that I know day by day. 
It’s time that I tell my story and try to rid myself of my guilt and this horrible addiction that I have placed myself under. 
The pressure for years, the wins and mainly the loses. here goes…

It started when I was around 10-11. I would go to the caravan site most weekends and played the 50p jackpot fruit machines. 
then down the sea front for the £5 ones. 
I lived for those machines when we were away. 
Any pocket money would go straight through. This is where it started. 
I used to watch men play the bigger machines in the pub, learn small tricks and think I can win on them. 
I would spend every Saturday in the arcades in my town. Again any money I could get my hands on would come with me.  
Then it became every night after school. 
I was addicted, I loved it the thought of winning money the machines just drew me in. 
I lost my money every week. 
this life carried on all the way up to 15-16 when I got a job in a supermarket. 
started earning proper money. playing bigger machines and learning they could be beaten. 
By 17 I could get in to pubs.

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I’ll leave it there for the moment, I want to tell my whole story I feel I need to it will take time but hopefully it helps me and maybe someone else by the end 

thanks