compared to the rest of the week in my opinion. By five O'clock on a Saturday I know what mood I will be in and the darkness will fester on my soul until late Monday, after then my life gets worse. When I awake every Tuesday hope has begun to creep slowly into my being once more, by now I should be able to stop, to root it out at source but i can't seem to help myself. This morning I am starting to think about who we will get in Sunday's draw, the problem is that it makes the weekends pain that I am now so used to worse.
Hope it is fucking awful.
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But think about it my hope will only be here for Tuesday morning next week and may be Friday.