i was 23 yesterday. I woke up hoping to see my GF, but for 4th of 5 b-days she was busy on unavoidable activities. So i was home with my mum +g'ma all day cos all my friends have moved away.

I had to call my friend phil to say i cant live with him in manc this year after all cos its just not financially viable at the moment. he wasnt pleased.

I went to the toilet in the evening and came downstairs for dinner. my mum said 'did you wash your hands after going to the toilet?'. im twenty fucking three.

ive been trying to get a job for weeks now, the agency i worked for in notts said they would transfer me to the bradford branch and i'd have a job in no time. the lying bastards. the fucking lying bastards.

im sure i keep getting discriminated against for commercial work for being male. something thats been happening for years now.

now im not just flat broke but nearing the bottom of my £1600 overdraft which im now paying interest on.

etc. et-fucking-c
life is shit