Eric is always saying he's tired

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/4473045/Man-goes-over-Beachy-Head-driving-a-mobility-scooter.html

nobster,
i come home saturday mornings,
having been awake since 1.45.pm. on the friday,
and i don't go to bed.
i go to my mother's,
bring her home with me.
i do the cook-up,
take her back at 10.00.
then barring the odd nap,
i'm awake all day,
then i bed down on the living room floor,
when they go to bed.
i usually take naps through sunday,
wich fucks any chance of me sleeping sunday night.
but that's not so bad,
because i've slept until 4.00. today.
no boring day not knowing what to do with myself.
i feel rested,
and ready to start the week.
if i must.

Nobby Cheese wrote:


http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/4473045/Man-goes-over-Beachy-Head-driving-a-mobility-scooter.html

that IS my prefered way of going.
but i just don't have the balls for that.

"tired of living, scared of dying".

"t.o.l.s.o.d." my chosen pen-name.

and i don't mean that in such a bad way.
i wouldn't say that my life is an absolute hell.
no worse than most.
i just can't be bothered with it.
i'm just not interested in living.
AT ALL.

there doesn't seem to be any point.

i'm tired of it.

at least with the beachy head gig.
it can't go wrong.
no failed attempts.
job done eh?

erixter wrote:at least with the beachy head gig.
it can't go wrong.
no failed attempts.
job done eh?

To be fair i think there's better ways eric, not that i'm planning owt myself like. Lifes too short imo.

there's only one nice way.
drugs o.d.
and that can go horribly wrong.

with beachy,
it's those few seconds seeing the ground rushing towards you.

i liken it to when i had a lot of teeth out.
had been putting it off for years.
teeth were in a terrible state.
eventually,
i took the "being sedated with temmazamn route".
apolgies for spelling.
you go in,
swallow this thick green liquid from a small cup.
tastses very like night nurse.
i didn't know a thing,
although you are just conscious enough to co-operate whilst being worked on.
apparently.

anyway,
on the day,
i kept saying to myself,
"all you gotta do is drink the stuff".
and it'll be all done and dusted.
"just close your eyes.trust that it'll be okay.and do it".

faith.
believe in yourself.
wouldn't THAT be something?

i might be able to do that at beachy one day.
but not right now.

life obviously isn't bad enough.

right now.

sorry bert,
i don't do u2b.

I know, Eric. More for Tony's benefit given he put the leader up.

NotBert wrote:

Nobby Cheese wrote:

NotBert wrote:

i think i get it now.

have had a terrible day.
don't know why.
and i have to be up early tmorra.
it all adds up.

i often wonder.

anti-depressants have been blamed for pushing people over the edge.
maybe they really COULD be the answer to my troubles.

but i just don't know how to tell a doctor

and maybe i'm not "actually"depressed.

i could see me coming away with nothing.

the weakest link eh?

I'm fucking knackered. Everything I try to do lately involved some fucker wasting my time, effort or money or most peculiarly, blocking a fucking road in front of me while I'm on it.

Standard and non-standard roadworks aren't enough - last Tuesday a police car pulled in one car in front of me and put a strip of cones out to block a road where a man had been knocked over and killed and on Saturday, a bloke put a line of cones across a road to close it before putting the fucking diversion signs which meant I'd driven to it and was supposed to fucking guess?

Today, someone had dug up a tiny street with no parking, traffic or residences/business but was my through route to my parking spot. Shit IT at work curbing my every effort and even my heating system is now taking the fucking piss.

So, so sapping