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  • Writer's pictureCounty Lines


Fuck My Life.

Last night I was sat in my living room minding my own business when suddenly, an enormous rock comes smashing through my window. It made a collosal “BANG” and pieces of shattered glass flew everywhere. The rock landed no more than a few inches from my feet, and I heard someone yell “YOU’RE DEAD. I’M GONNA SLICE YOU UP PROPER. YOU’RE GONNA PAY. YOU’RE A GONNER YOU SLAG”.

I knew without hesitation, this would be the icing on the cake for my landlord and he’d evict me. After all, I now have to replace two doors AND a window. The second I acknowledged this- I broke.

I mean REALLY broke.

I was told to notify my landlord so my window could be boarded up. But I couldn’t because he lives abroad and I’d got no way of contacting him. Instead, the police said I’d have to organise and pay for it myself. But I didn’t have the money to do that. So they asked where I wanted to go for the night as I wouldn’t be safe staying on my own. It was 1am and I had absolutely nowhere to go.

What’s the point in living? I keep myself to myself I don’t hurt anybody I don’t talk to anybody and yet I get shit flying at me from all directions for no reason whatsoever.

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