That’s it, that’s absolutely fucking it. I have HAD IT. One more fucking thing goes wrong, I don’t care how minor it is, I’m starting smoking again because I can NOT FUCKING DEAL WITH ANY MORE SHIT WITHOUT SOME SORT OF CHEMICAL ASSISTANCE.
DVD burner died for no fucking reason. Like I can afford to replace it. My job pays shit, I’m about to get sued by a creditor who has been absolutely invisible for the last five years and which will probably drive me to bankruptcy (which I can’t really afford the lawyer fees for anyway so I don’t even know where that money is coming from), some stupid fucker hits my car, eight of the twelve promotions that I had applied for vanished probably taking my chances of getting one with them, never mind the funeral and car breakin last month… I’ve fucking had it. No more. Absolutely no more. I’m about ready to just have myself committed somewhere, because I’m not only at my limit, I’m past it.
For the moment, I’m crawling inside a bottle and staying there until it’s time to go back to work Saturday night. Just… fuck.