THE END OF YEAR WIND DOWN.

I Have No Money, No Booze And No Company.
I Am Losing Myself To A Life Of DVD Repeats, Books And Diet Irn Bru.
Why Diet Irn Bru?
Cos It's 40p Cheaper Than The Good Stuff, And I Have Literally £10 To Use Until Next Sunday.
I Am Not Eating Much, Because I Need To Keep My Food In Stock So That, If And When I Do Actually Get Hungry, I Can Eat Some Meat Free Shit From Asda.
I Bought Cheese And Vegetable Burgers.
I Am Well Afraid Of Them, What If They're Totally Rank?
That Leaves Me With A Jar Of Peanut Butter, Two Tofu Hot Dogs And Half A Bowl's Worth Of Nesquik.

And The Sun Is Shining, But I Don't Have The Energy To Walk Anywhere And The Bus Rinses My Balance. I Also Don't Have The Smokes To Walk Anywhere, Because I Can Only Afford Two More Packs While I'm Here And So Have To Cut Down.
I Have To Stay Here For Shorthand Exams And The Morrissey Concert - Which Will Be The Pinnacle Of My Life But I Cannot Afford To Drink At It.
Maybe That's A Good Thing.

I'm Also Running Out Of Contact Lenses, Which Is Just Insane.
I'm Running Out Of Fucking SIGHT.

'I Decree Today That Life Is
Simply Taking And Not Giving -
England Is Mine,
It Owes Me A Living.'

Give Me Loads Of Free Shit, I Could Seriously Live Off Of Those End-Of-Aisle Taster Sessions In Asda, In Fact I May Have To Do So.

If Only They Handed Out Cigarettes.

I Wanna Be Sedated.
Just Put Me Out Until Wednesday, Then I Can Fail My Shorthand Exam And Look Forward To Mozza.
I Need That Romeo And Juliet Poison.
Or Just A Handful Of Nytol.

Hahahaha.

I'm Half Joking And Half ACTUALLY PHYSICALLY DYING.

But Whatever.

I'm Putting Adverts On This Mother In The Hope That The Three Pence I'll Eventually Earn Will Buy Me Fags And Irn Bru.

Love Eternally

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