sing to me
Why do my parents always, ALWAYS have to do some major re-painting etc. works while I'm away thinking that they'll finish it before I get back and never do it? I don't mind cleaning up but the problem is that I leave my room tidied and return to a room like someone has just dropped a bomb and I can't recognise it, not to mention finding anything there. I've come home from the camp today and I don't have anywhere to sleep and no access to clean clothes (luckily, Mr Vintage sent me a tee, so I have at least something for tomorrow; thanks
artic_fox for the link!!! Love it;). I always lose my safety balance when it happens and can't pick myself up, especially when I see my dad drunk doing nothing with this mess and looking for a reason to have an argument. It would be different if I were in the process of changes but this situation is just beyond my strength. Good that I have my cats to hug and managed to get to my computer to shut myself in the virtual world of the Internet. No changes here, ay.
Sorry for my mood. I've noticed that I always post an entry when something bothers me. I promise to fix it. Tomorrow should be better.