sh1t

It's crazy how much losses affect me. I'd wake up bleary eyed and disorientated but that only lasts for a second before everything crashes back again and I remember the pain and I'd be there lying in my bed, fully awake and too fugged up to move. I don't want to move. I don't want to face the world. I don't want to read the paper, even though they'd be nothing about the match in there since it started at 4am, I don't want to watch the news because there's definitely going to be coverage, I don't want to leave the house or do anything because everything seems pointless and bleak and no matter what you do you can't run away from it.

This is masochism. This is... this is suicide.

No one's been tweeting because they're probably depressed themselves; I mean yeah to be honest they weren't really great yesterday. But still. I want to read a moany depressing tweet from one of them just so I know I'm not alone in this. O K. YNWA time it is for me then. Sh1t.

Ok ok no. That song'll just make me cry everywhere, I know it.

I want to cut Rio Ferdinand. And I'd like to stick a knife in Nani's gut, and give it a big fat twist. Then I'd stab him again. And again. And again. Disgusting piece of grime. Disgusting. Absolutely filthy disgraceful awful horrid sickening cheating piece of slime.

THE OLD TRAFFORD PITCH WAS HORRIBLE. Everyone was slipping everywhere and even Robin did and he missed and crap Chamakh should've stuck it in the back of the net when he had that chance, and why the hell were we constantly being caught on the break? and that was such a freakishly freakish sick-to-your-stomach goal I don't ever want to remember it or see it again, and poor Woj he missed it by inches, but he should have tried harder he should have god I DON'T KNOW.

And Cesc did look lost. He did.

O...kay I just managed to depress myself even more. I'm just going to curl myself into a ball on the floor and stay there for a couple of hours now.