My question was: when the fuck was that going to happen?
I had recently learned that a new year meant fucking dick-all when you still had to deal with arseholes who screwed you over the year before.
Believe me, I didn’t want to remember what had happened but no matter how much I drank, nothing could obliterate the memory of having a dick forced inside me when I had tried to say no.
So yeah, this great fortune… I don’t think I believed in it anymore. It hadn’t done a fucking thing for me so far and I was someone who kept trying to believe in good even after I’d been knocked down time and time again.
I think it was time to call bullshit.
And I think it was also time for me to make my own fortune.