Now I am embarking on yet another adventure which will leave me substantially “out of pocket”. I am sick of counting every last penny that I find in the crevices of my car seat to see whether I can afford a measly bit of fried chicken. I wish I was an old style robber in a black and white striped t-shirt, homemade mask and swag bags slung over my shoulders, and could go around looting and blowing all the money in the world.
I’d much rather end up dealing with the human coppers, than have to scrounge around with the monetary sort for a second longer.
What a gloomy day.
I’m finding that today has really been summarised by this shit weather. Literally from the offset I have been riddled with problem after problem, it’s just been generally and consistantly dull - and it has only been made harder by this persistant loneliness and longing that has now weaved its way into my life.
i feel like i have just walked out of this, but a million times more stressful. i want to die. i am sick of everything and i am more than ready to throw in the towel. i am more than ready to tumble into my grave and never wake up. kill me nowwwwwww.
GO TO BED GRAHAM.
If I don’t get me nicotine within the next half an hour I am going to explode.
“To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.”
-William Shakespeare
