I hate my life. i hate myself for writing about how much it sucks-but it really fucking does.
i was married, i didnt love her anymore (i worked, she didnt-resentment built up and killed my love for her). we split up a year ago but she still lives with me as she has nowhere else to go.
so i go to work at a job i hate(im a chef and dont want to be a chef buti need to work to pay my bills). I then go home to my studio apartment and ex-wife-no space to myself.
sometimes to break the routine (up at 5.30am, work, home, bed by ten..) i get drunk...but then i feel guilty as i dont have much money...
im not whinging...every day is the same pile of stinking shit and i fucking hate it, i hate waking up in the morning, i hate people, i hate the world...everything is fucking shit... | |
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