When good things go bad…
Jun 9th, 2005 by Jon
Today has been shite! Everything that could have gone wrong has gone wrong!
It really started last night on my way back from work when I hit a plaster cast of someone’s leg or arm that was laying on the pavement. I was on my skateboard and thought it was a plastic bag. I realised it wasn’t when I tried to roll over it and went flying into the road, cutting my hands and hurting my shoulder. Ouch!
Then today I decided to tell the potential work housemates that I don’t want to live in West Bridgford. I hope I haven’t screwed things up for them. I’ve realised that I want to live in the city. My main reason for this is to be nearer my friends, not that I’m so sure I’ll be seeing that much of them after this month. I’ve got a gut feeling that the next 12 months are going to be a bit like the bad parts of the year 2000 for me. It’s not a good attitude. It’s really bad in fact, but that’s the way I feel. Lets hope I’m wrong. Guys, I’m sorry about the house thing. I really am.
What else? Well, when people hurt you and don’t say sorry. That hurts a little bit more, especially when you give them chances they really shouldn’t need to be given. I won’t go into details. This is just something which is getting me uber down today. One word, and a decent amount of sencerity behind it is all that I ask. Do the last two and a half years mean nothing?
The current plan…stay in my room until something good happpens. Looks like I’ll be staying in my room then.
