Lazy Sunday once again
Well, hello, dear reader, I’m surprised to find you here again and no doubt you are thinking the same thing about me!
If it wasn’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all. How often do we hear those words and think how true that is in my life? I know I think it often, I’ve bought tickets for the Euromillions draw almost since it started and the most I’ve won is £5… I did better on the lottery as I once had 4 numbers and won a staggering life altering £60, lucky me eh? Only to find that the preceding week 4 numbers had received over £200, this was down to the number of total winners that week. As I said, if it wasn’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all. When the lottery started, way back when, I played the same numbers every week; but the run up to Christmas that year the machines refused to work on the Saturday (draw day). I couldn’t buy my ticket so was not surprised when my 6 regular numbers came out, 5 main and the bonus. That would have answered all my prayers and allowed me to continue working in the South East but everything happens for a reason.
I keep telling myself that so that I don’t get too depressed. I have always struggled all my life with manic depression and my cousins often told me that they loved being around when I was the life and soul, but hated being around me when I was down. None of my doctors here have referred me to a shrink, not that it helped the last time I saw one. I sometimes want to do nothing except kill someone (not always myself).
The police can’t do anything to help with the neighbours from Hell as they are powerless to act without proof, I wonder if they would arrest me were I to stab the main protaganist in the throat? I’d presumably get prosecuted to the ultimate power of the law. Why is it that criminals get help all the time while their victims are treated like second class citizens?
Gonna close for now catch you when I cheer myself up.