I'm so fucking tired. Heat, stress, sleeping on a yoga matt on the floor. Some bullshit text message she sent me yesterday looking for meter readings for bills she never contributed to. And her aside "how's your face?". Fuck off.
I've really never felt so useless and worn out.
Man and van man was a ledge today. I told him straight away what he was dealing with and he was like "cool".
£50p/h, he'd want to be.
I still have a big bag of shit to move, but I don't have a bag. Nor energy. The yoga matt or the doss house? Decisions decisions...
enjoy some cold cans and have a nice sit down
Having lukewarm beers and looking at a mess.
A better version of me would sort this in 20 minutes, but I'm just that fucking nackered. Been sitting here for two hours, nothing doing. While paying for this flat, new bed and manandvan.
These are the most expensive posts you'll likely ever read.
I'm afraid the ukulele I acquired is going in the skip.
Every cloud has a silver lining
What does one do with toxic relationships that've ended? There is a bit of bureaucracy to deal with, some money etc etc.
I don't care any more, she says she doesn't. But she still knows what to say in a text message that's gonna kick me right in teh nutz. I'm doing my best here, her decision.
I really was having a happy time until my phone went ping.
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