I am so happy with work right now. I love to go. It's the place I escape reality for those few little hours.
There is nothing specific I get depressed about - just lots of little things like the dog fcking constantly barking in a high pitched bark and I mean constantly but no one goes ot comfort him apart from fcking me all the time and it doesn't matter if i've been at work all day. I can't remember a time when I was asleep before 3am anymore and with 7am wake ups it is shit man. At 10 o clokc when i should be going to bed when i start getting tired my mothers husband is on the internet to his family talking so loudly down the microphone. if i ask him nicely to be quiet it all kicks off against me as if i've asked him to give me his life, not to shut up. So it's midnight by the time he shuts up and then gets in bed, then I can here my mother and him shagging or talking very loudly in the bedroom every night til 2. Again if I speak nicely to themn about it they kick off at me. Then i'm too past my tiredness to want to sleep for a good hour.
I've tried til my backs broke to look for something of my own. Just a pissy, crummy little bedsit would do but on the wage im on I could never afford it and i'd hate to loose the one thing that makes me happy in life-my job. It's life a fcking viciious circle. I thought of getting pregnant just so I could have a council flat but im not that selfish to a little baby. i'm tired of this shit. I pray I win the lottery. just enough to get me a little house even in the worst area. I wouldn't care. I'm tired man.