One Step Forward, Forty Two Steps Back
Got charge-fucked by Natwest again to the tune of £63 - for £1 lacking.
Worried sick about having made lots of social commitments next month without thinking enough about how to pay for them.
Really really really don't want to cancel going to the big Family shindig on Sunday but scared we'll have to pay out for food and drink and we can't afford it.
I would like to get very very very drunk tonight and drown in a vat of red wine. But I can't because tomorrow we stupidly agreed to have Prince, Princess, 007 and Dollface over for the afternoon and play games, and eat pizza and Haribo.
Ick. I don't like my life today.
(She says, curling up under the desk for another crying fit)
I don't like myself today either. Sometimes I think I'm a bit pathetic.
Worried sick about having made lots of social commitments next month without thinking enough about how to pay for them.
Really really really don't want to cancel going to the big Family shindig on Sunday but scared we'll have to pay out for food and drink and we can't afford it.
I would like to get very very very drunk tonight and drown in a vat of red wine. But I can't because tomorrow we stupidly agreed to have Prince, Princess, 007 and Dollface over for the afternoon and play games, and eat pizza and Haribo.
Ick. I don't like my life today.
(She says, curling up under the desk for another crying fit)
I don't like myself today either. Sometimes I think I'm a bit pathetic.
posted by Mookmoo at 3:39 pm
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