Good Lord, yesterday my limits were tested. What the fuck of a day! Problems, problems, problems and, on top of that, some stupid cops stopped me and my father on our way back to his house for nothing. And for nothing they fined me. How much can a man take before he goes crazy? I made a promise to myself that I would do everything to control my aggressiveness and anger - (hey blog, I guess I didn't tell you I suffer from severe anxiety and depression + some violent instincts - not against women or children, let it be clear, and I've been seeing a phsychiatrist for five years or so, and I do take medication) - but life's been pushing me these last couple of months.
In the afternoon I cried my heart out, so badly that I hardly could open my swollen eyes afterwards.
In the evening, in spite of my weak liver, I went out and drank a whole lot of beers.
Today I feel like shit. And there's work to do...
Well, enough with the cry-baby. Let's move on to what must be done.
See you later, blog.
Not a really good gambler
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