This is a Journal entry by Saint Patrick Patron Saint of Depression: Here to haunt your dreams and stalk your waking hours

Battered Bruised Dazed Bemused Confused and Psycotic........

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Saint Patrick Patron Saint of Depression: Here to haunt your dreams and stalk your waking hours

Ok Life has reached an all time record new low for me. My Life seems to get crappier by the minute. O.k the day started out as usual, an argument in the backgrownd waking me from my as usual interupted sleep. I was later informed, it was not an argument, just another loud discussion with my brother. Waking up I realise it is 8am 2 hours later than I wanted to wake, so I could remove some of the ever present workload hanging over my head like an axe. Removed from my haze I packed my bag ready for the rugbygame which always makes Saturday a write off in terms of doing work unless I do it before the game. I am then informed over a bacon buttie that after going shopping for the first time in well over a month, my mother is not coming to the game, going instead to see a friend. Ok I thus get dragged around the shops she wants to go into, finally on getting the chance to go in the shops I want, I come across some games I want. She decides not to buy them, yet we go into another store and she finds all this stuff my pain in the arse brother who couldn't be bothered to join us wants, guess what, she buys them for him! Showing her some stuff I would like, she says I can get them on Tuesday if they are in the sale guess what she doesn't mention I will have to pay for it most likely. Arrive home and discover I quickly have to have lunch and go get ready in my scool stuff for the match. Get on train and ride for twenty five minutes. Walk for ten more and arrive, to discover that the majority of the team are on a trip so replacements from the year below have joined us. We play for ten minutes in whixch I scored a try then Andrew goes off with a neck injury goes off to hospital in an ambulance, we score a few more trys, they scre two and then in the last five minutes Jignesh gets grabbed round the neck so we are down to 13 men. The game ends in a win but Jignesh is still on the ground with the paramedics, they think he could have trapped a nerve. He goes off in another ambulance. So I walk through the university to the station where I have just missed the train due to getting changed and the ten minute walk to the station. Returning home I discover in the kitchen that the cat's gut appears to have exploded over the majority of it. So dropping all my rugby stuff, I get to work clearing up the mess as well as my brother's unwashed dishes, I then recieved a phone call from mum telling me that she actually knew about the mess as David had called and told her. To put it as nice as possible I was F*****g furious I had cleaned up all this mess that had lay there for 3 hours when my brother couldn't be bothered to clear it up before he went out. This is the first time I have ever been so close to actually wishing him dead and meaning it, along with the cat who scratched me as I threw her out I am beginning to agree with Mister Odie.


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