Defrosting Chilli

and waiting for my rice to cook.

I only seem to come on her when I feel really a bit sad inside. My life so far has boiled down to this.

-I have £50 to live on until the end of the summer (after rent and bills), despite my precautions and careful managing. I still fail.
-M has decided again that he’s not sure about living together next year, only a couple hours previously he’d assured me he wanted to.
-The two people I’ve asked about taking over my room for me are a complete waste of time. Seriously. One was like "Oh, I need to figure out my situation". WHAT SITUATION?! She’s anxious to move out of central and my room is in a house with her friends. For fucks sake. ARGH. Anyway.
-M also has a total inability to provide any sort of comfort or nice cheering up words. What’s the point in a boyfriend if he doesn’t do the things they’re supposed to. Am I wasting my time?

I know it doesn’t look/sound like much but I’m sure many of you know how ridiculously stressful money is. Ridiculously.

End of.

EDIT.
Why doesn’t anything nice happen to me at the moment. First I come back to London. Then M is useless and unthinking and unhelpful. Then I realise I have less money than I thought. And now my chilli has gone off. I just want to go home again please.