..is a bitch, and then you die. So they say.
Just a quick moan. I haven't moaned for a good three months so I reckon you're all due one.
(Initial Disclaimer# I do not suffer from DR or DP anymore, no obsessional behaviour, no agrophobia/any phobias, so the following moan will sound like peanuts to you who are suffering)
Although recently my attitude to life has been slowly changing - i.e, no longer go on drunken benders, working hard in good jobs, there is so much shit in my life at the moment that I'm having a 'what's the point' afternoon. I get paid ?250 a day for my job (which is a piece of piss incidently - sorry), but the bastards at the recruitment agency refuse to pay me, for some tax/regulation bollocks. For the past two months I've borrowed nearly ?2000 off my mother to stay in a variety of shitty bed-and breakfasts. Today I've virtually ran out of cash and have had to ask a friend (who has a baby, with a cold) if I can stay, and he lives in.....Reading. The town I used to live in with the ex-wife. I'll have to wear a balaclava!. I've outstayed my welcome at my neurotic born-again christian sisters house (I accidently drank a bottle of their 'special' wine! But apparently charity doesn't begin at home) who lives 10 miles from my work. My bitch of an ex-wife is demanding all sorts of money, I'm about ?5000 in debt, yet I've earned nearly ?9000 recently, but haven't seen a penny of it. I haven't had a shave for a week, I've taken my last Oxazepam, the Effexor is worse than useless, I've put on nearly 10 pounds in the last month without eating anything, everyone I talk to is obsessed with the latest mind-crushing reality TV show on over here, and the filthy son of a bastards bastards bastard in the room next to me last night stored so bastard loudly that I had to turn the TV on full blast. The weather is shit, as usual, the trains are laughable, and I haven't been laid for two months (except for the woman I rescued last nigh after she threw herself in front of a train, she doesn't count, as I never found her head). My latent anxiety is farting out of my ears, I can't get drunk anymore however hard I try (probably a good thing), I feel guilty about everything, shame for most things, and I accidently stapled my finger to a pencil this morning.
Arseholes.
I know I lived 10 years of bliss, but I think this is payback and then some. Either that or I deserve it.
Oh, and a beautiful woman at work, during a boozy lunch hour, told me she would sleep with me. If she wasn't married.
Just a quick moan. I haven't moaned for a good three months so I reckon you're all due one.
(Initial Disclaimer# I do not suffer from DR or DP anymore, no obsessional behaviour, no agrophobia/any phobias, so the following moan will sound like peanuts to you who are suffering)
Although recently my attitude to life has been slowly changing - i.e, no longer go on drunken benders, working hard in good jobs, there is so much shit in my life at the moment that I'm having a 'what's the point' afternoon. I get paid ?250 a day for my job (which is a piece of piss incidently - sorry), but the bastards at the recruitment agency refuse to pay me, for some tax/regulation bollocks. For the past two months I've borrowed nearly ?2000 off my mother to stay in a variety of shitty bed-and breakfasts. Today I've virtually ran out of cash and have had to ask a friend (who has a baby, with a cold) if I can stay, and he lives in.....Reading. The town I used to live in with the ex-wife. I'll have to wear a balaclava!. I've outstayed my welcome at my neurotic born-again christian sisters house (I accidently drank a bottle of their 'special' wine! But apparently charity doesn't begin at home) who lives 10 miles from my work. My bitch of an ex-wife is demanding all sorts of money, I'm about ?5000 in debt, yet I've earned nearly ?9000 recently, but haven't seen a penny of it. I haven't had a shave for a week, I've taken my last Oxazepam, the Effexor is worse than useless, I've put on nearly 10 pounds in the last month without eating anything, everyone I talk to is obsessed with the latest mind-crushing reality TV show on over here, and the filthy son of a bastards bastards bastard in the room next to me last night stored so bastard loudly that I had to turn the TV on full blast. The weather is shit, as usual, the trains are laughable, and I haven't been laid for two months (except for the woman I rescued last nigh after she threw herself in front of a train, she doesn't count, as I never found her head). My latent anxiety is farting out of my ears, I can't get drunk anymore however hard I try (probably a good thing), I feel guilty about everything, shame for most things, and I accidently stapled my finger to a pencil this morning.
Arseholes.
I know I lived 10 years of bliss, but I think this is payback and then some. Either that or I deserve it.
Oh, and a beautiful woman at work, during a boozy lunch hour, told me she would sleep with me. If she wasn't married.
Bah, I'm alright really, just moaning.
