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I’m being bullied out of my own family  but it aint workin

WUT

Ahh new clothes, viewing for a new apartment, fridge full of salad, payrise. Everything is getting a little bit better, though of course it had to fuck up didn’t it. Oh how my life is a joke.
Double ristretto americano though…

My life is an actual joke.

I was late for work and my hair is (greasier?) Than last night.

My face is greasy and dry. I don’t have any lunch. I had a milky coffee for breakfast. I don’t feel like I’m getting enough done. Argh these aren’t real problems I know, but I feel fucking shitttyyyy.

Can’t get worst.

I’ll wizz through today then go home and work outtttttt.

Shall see how I go on a fast day today.

Today is bad.

Fire is apparently scratched in the flat. Pretty fucking dire since the Mr carefully moved it so that the landlords can get the sofa I no longer need.

Perfect layout of living room needs to be fucked up again as the aerial runs under the carper meaning the carpet bumps up. Terrible for viewings.

Came home to no electricity. Some dire fucking assortment of buttons and switches to reset meaning this has only just happened. Leaving me drunk, annoyed and greasy haired due to the direness of the situation.

Really didn’t get enough done at work. Wanted to do what I did +about double. Sigh.

Granddad is dying.
Brother is failing. Mother is bearer of bad news.

Today will be better. Everything is written down so I can ensure tomorrow will be better.