12 5 / 2011
always something…
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Well, after a rather breif ‘up’, it is safe to say I am thoroughly well and truely back down in the dumps. Fucking mega…
My friend is being sent back off to Afghan again next week, possibilities of me going instead to get shot at, might aswell put everyone out of their mysery since I cant seem to do anything right to please anyone and my life seems like one endless jinx.
I’m half expecting the fucking ghost of Jeremy Beadle and is cack hand to come boshing through my door and say ‘you’ve been framed’…
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I know I need to just go out and fucking stop feeling sorry for myself, but to be perfectly honest, at this moment in time I really cannot be fucking arsed. It seems my time is better spent looking at ‘100waystodisappear.blogspot.com’ or what to take to have an overdose amongst thinking other ‘silly’ things. Also looking into what my dream meant lastnight, a half cooked pig running round a card shop squalking.
To be quite honest, the here and now isnt really too appealing and it seems everyone would be better off without me… mint feeling that like.
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I feel like a fucking human yo yo and I’m absolutely sick of it.
