Hedonism Must Always Be Unbridled

First drink of the day

I can’t control it anymore

You Win

You fucking win.

I will go back to the job I hated.

I will go back to the job that robbed me of two years of my life.

I will go back to the job that made me miserable beyond belief.

I will go back to the job that drained me of the will to live every minute of every day I was there.

I will go back to the job that means I won’t be able to move out and finally be rid of you.

Fuck you, you win. Yet it still isn’t enough. You bang on about finding a job, I’m going back to the job that made me want to kill myself everyday, you still treat me like a child and tell me when to go to bed. And you want to take away my TV, have you ever thought that the reason I’m on it all the time is because I don’t want to sit about with you watching the news or the fucking history channel bored off my tits, listening to your constant whining and moaning.

I don’t see much point in waking up nowadays. You win, I’m fucking miserable once again. Just do what I’ve always asked and what you’ve never done, leave me the fuck alone.