Diary Of Some Sort of A Life #14


Things are getting very tense at work. End of project stuff. Greed. I’m not really concerned though. I can’t be bothered to get involved in that. 

Tonight, I’m going to see the Sleaford Mods in Kingston Upon Thames. They suit my angrier times very well. 


Sick.sick to my Fucking stomach. I knew it couldn’t last. Fucking why!!!!! I can’t control it. It’s over. Everything is over, cancelled. Finished. I never wanted this. Yet, within 3 months of one hell being over, it now turns out, I created a new one to last me the rest of my days. I don’t deserve existence, and truthfully, I don’t see the point in it.


It just shows you. What it’s like inside me. You cannot punish others for, what you consider, to be their crimes against you. The only retribution is inflicting the pain upon yourself.

This will probably be the last blog for a while.

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