This will be a rant.
Right now my head feels like a
. Hard and impenetrable.
It seems that everything in my life is teetering on the edge. That should be exciting, but instead I'm bone weary. I have no fucking energy, and no desire to fight. And I have to. My whole life needs a rocket up its jacksy.
I sold out my dream for a silly cow who thought the whole point of being an adult is to conform to the nines (makes spazz face). I don't know who is the bigger idiot.
Yesterday my son said, "Go on then, fucking hit me!". I had to do a double take. Just what you always dream of hearing from your offspring. After 7 years of being smacked about by his cunting stepfather the timebomb is beginning to tick. At least last night he wanted to call the fucker and tell him what a wanker he is.
And today I find out my sister's marriage is over. I thought they were solid. I had to sit down. I still don't know what to think.
Her husband's a nice guy, a friend. I wonder if we'll still go to Motorhead gigs together (me, me, me).
I live with my Dad, I have no money and I just can't see any way of changing anything. Bollocks.
My head hurts.
Right now my head feels like a

It seems that everything in my life is teetering on the edge. That should be exciting, but instead I'm bone weary. I have no fucking energy, and no desire to fight. And I have to. My whole life needs a rocket up its jacksy.
I sold out my dream for a silly cow who thought the whole point of being an adult is to conform to the nines (makes spazz face). I don't know who is the bigger idiot.
Yesterday my son said, "Go on then, fucking hit me!". I had to do a double take. Just what you always dream of hearing from your offspring. After 7 years of being smacked about by his cunting stepfather the timebomb is beginning to tick. At least last night he wanted to call the fucker and tell him what a wanker he is.
And today I find out my sister's marriage is over. I thought they were solid. I had to sit down. I still don't know what to think.
Her husband's a nice guy, a friend. I wonder if we'll still go to Motorhead gigs together (me, me, me).
I live with my Dad, I have no money and I just can't see any way of changing anything. Bollocks.
My head hurts.
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thanks for your lovely coments on my snot.