Dr.peeper
Active member
Been lurking cos if I open my mouth the whole sorry week falls out tbh. Found that crumpled fiver in the parka, thought “cleo’s due, four spins tops and I’ll be back in the groove” — four miserable clicks later it’s zero and the flat’s so quiet the kettle sounds like it’s shouting at me. BigGav67 swears the cycle’s swinging my way but the only thing swinging is the unopened envelope on the sideboard with the red capitalised print. Worked six days straight, overtime got swallowed by the leccy they hiked mid-month, and every time I close my eyes I see my boy’s face on facetime asking if I’m “keeping my promise about the holiday fund.” I keep telling myself variance owes me one but the truth is I’m skint, tired, and one weak moment off dumping the last of the rent into a slot just to feel something other than this flat-line dread. Someone tell me they’ve stood here too and didn’t press the button, cos my finger’s twitching and I can’t trust my own head
