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I give up.

I just sent an email to my mum and my sister (I can't phone them because I ran out of credit) to ask them to help me come home.

I don't think I can come home until January. I'd like to leave sooner, but I don't think that's going to happen.

Should have thought this one through a bit more.

No matter how many times you tell yourself, "Hey, it'll be ok. It's been ten years. We're like siblings now!" Never move in with an ex ( Read more... )

... that didn't last long.

As far as work goes? I quit that bitch last week. Walked out. Just like that.

I should feel happy, but feel a bit shitty. I never thought I'd do something like just walk out of a job.

Hmm.

Looks like I might be going home sooner than I thought.

Reasons to chuck it in at work and go back home:

1. Because it's not as cold over there (and winter hasn't even begun yet).
2. Because I can earn some money and study at the same time.
3. Because I have my own house and can do what I bloody well like.
4. Because every morning I wake up and think: "Can I go home yet?"
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... and I'm still fricking sick. Not only am I physically sick, I'm sick of this fricking place. CAN I GO HOME YET?

Uh. No. Not until December at least, because that's when my contract ends. Feckit.

Oh well. At least I got paid (less than I thought it would be, but it's cash nonetheless).

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... have I not been paid?

... am I sick?

... am I not tucked up in bed soundly sleeping off my sickness?

Just, bloody-well why?!

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