Sorry, that was a lame post.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm pretty fuckin depressed on a day to day basis these days.
I've been working practically 7am-7pm days for a solid month, then working until 11pm once I get home. Deadlines at work are killing me. I've not been able to go to 1 martial arts class in the whole month, so £80 down the drain , fitness falling, lack of my only regular activity I do for enjoyment.
On the bright side I got mugged last Friday, got to have a scrap, fuckers bust the zipper on my coat, I fucked one of them up big style by stamping on his kneecap though, bastards.
Oh and in the last 5 weeks ive met 3 girls, the first stood me up, the second let me pay for the cinema and dinner, then never spoke to me again. The third atleast had 2 dates with me before ceasing all communication.
In a nutshell, Christmas is the worst time of year for me. Solitary confinement for a week while everyone is busy with family and loved ones. Roll on january 28th so I can fuck off to France and fall into an alcohol induced comma among strangers who treat me better than my 'friends'
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