4am broken light

It's 4am in the morning, I'm very very drunk, and the light in my front room isn't working. By not working, I mean, I've changed the bulb, and it still isn't working. It's I-need-a-sodding-electrician-not-fucking-working.

Can someone, anyone, I really don't care who because to be honest everyone else has tried please explain to me why I have to put up with all of this shit day in day out because I just don't fucking deserve it, y'know?

The little things, the little things, the tiny itty bittle little details, they all add up and they all get you down bit by bit by crushing bit.

Somebody get me a break.

Sitting in the dark

I don't like having no light in my front room.
It's so depressing.
Everything about me this week has been so depressing.
I've been a total and utter mess this week.