Money For Nothing

Is £60 really going to be enough?

I hope so.

Because I spend.

It's what I do.

Also, feeling guilty again.

For something I didn't do.

Brilliant.

I can't decifer people anymore.
I can't understand why this recent string of events has been so shitty.
I suppose I've caused them.

In some senses.

But other people triggered them.

I just went along with things.
Probably when I shouldn't have.

I hate this season.

I recon that I possibly have Seasonal Affective Disorder.

I thought this last year.

But the Doctor was a first class bollock about it.

And the treatment?

Really expensive light boxes.

I wish I had more plans for this short period of free house.

Though making plans these days seems to be much more difficult than it should be.

I seem to do very little these days.

It's depressing.

To conclude; dry spells are shit.

Getting fucked over is worse.

Thankyou goodnight.