Honestly, its days like these, when not only the oppressive cloud covered sky, but seemingly the whole world is tinged with a damp grey, that I feel totally and utterly useless. It’s said that if you start the day either the wrong or the right way, that it’ll continue in a similar vein of positive events and happy feelings, or you’ll go about with a metaphorical (in this particular instance also literal) grey cloud over your head. Clearly, today, the latter is the case. All I want is for all the world to leave me be, to stop constantly fucking questioning me about things that are of no real significance to life as it is happening now, and to realise that the resentful face that reads ‘fuck off and leave me alone’ means business. I’ve had enough of people, call me a misanthropist all you like for there is more than one ounce of truth in it, and of my life as it currently stands. It’s time for me to move on, get up and get gone, and that is just what I plan to do this year.