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Not a great day. Well previous night anyway. After drinking and thinking a wee bit too much about my ex and various other shite relating to the south I managed to go on a pretty bad downer and fell off the wagon I've been on for a good six months or so. And also did various other things I'm far to embarrassed to recount on here.
I'm really fed up of thinking about my past so much. I've tried fucking everything and nothing works at all. I don't want to hate, love, anything about what's gone on before. I just want to be completely apathetic like it never happened. And I wish I could do it cos I'd feel so much better about everything (obviously worked for her and no mistake!).
Anyway, rant over. Only other worry is about the bubble in my front passenger side tyre which is gonna necessitate a new one and possibly a new alloy which is gonna set me back a fucking fortune. In fact, it was me realising that I was pondering at what speed it would blow out and send me crashing into a concrete stanchion on the motorway in a fiery ball of flame (as opposed to the 'non-fiery' kind) that made me realise I was a bit fed up.
12 hour shift on the 'moro. Thank gods I enjoy my work.
Ninja edit: this evening's title provided by hitting my head with the keyboard whilst thinking more stupid shite about someone who despises me/couldn't care less about me/whatever. I hate my brain!
I'm really fed up of thinking about my past so much. I've tried fucking everything and nothing works at all. I don't want to hate, love, anything about what's gone on before. I just want to be completely apathetic like it never happened. And I wish I could do it cos I'd feel so much better about everything (obviously worked for her and no mistake!).
Anyway, rant over. Only other worry is about the bubble in my front passenger side tyre which is gonna necessitate a new one and possibly a new alloy which is gonna set me back a fucking fortune. In fact, it was me realising that I was pondering at what speed it would blow out and send me crashing into a concrete stanchion on the motorway in a fiery ball of flame (as opposed to the 'non-fiery' kind) that made me realise I was a bit fed up.
12 hour shift on the 'moro. Thank gods I enjoy my work.
Ninja edit: this evening's title provided by hitting my head with the keyboard whilst thinking more stupid shite about someone who despises me/couldn't care less about me/whatever. I hate my brain!