On the first day of Christmas

I was going to write about Christmas, or Advent, or at least it being December, but I am not in the mood because after work today I was assaulted by a homeless guy for a reason so ridiculous I can't even imagine.

I may be angry, and what I am about to say might be just because, but at the moment, I will tarnish each and every homeless scum bag with the same brush. I no longer will give them anything, and never will ever waste my time, money or worry on them. I feel okay in now saying that although I may earn squat helping people with too much money, any amount of money if you're homeless is worthy, and that you should be grateful, and that if it isn't adequate, then maybe you should actually get a fucking job. I was punched in the fucking face, for not giving enough money to a down and out cunt who sits outside Sainsburys on Navigation Street.

There are times, like now, where I really struggle to hold it together. When will I be given a chance, I wonder. People are putting their Christmas trees up and are basically having a good time with their loved ones. I'm fed up of expecting this kind of luck all the time. I deserve a break, it can't be like this forever, can it?