I'm 40 this weekend, I'm dreading it. My life is shit atm, really fucking shit and stressful. I don't want to celebrate anything... Just as well we're skint and can't do much anyway. My life wasnt meant to turn out like this.
Stupid thing is I wanted a fuss, months ago I dreamed of a lovely weekend.... but we are skint so that's that... Might be able to afford a takeaway
Yet now I'm miserable because I'd rather do nothing than paint a smile on over a shit takeaway...
Im angry at myself, I feel absolutely horrid because I know I'm a selfish cow wanting more and not being pleased with less
Im not making sense really.... I feel so bloody down and shit
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