Because I don't want to post about any of the stuff that's going on in my life or the world because it's all horrible and making me miserable.
So let's play a game. You need to identify the four groups of four and say how they're connected. Here's my wall:

George Lie Daniel Twig

Salt Nothing Noise Marilyn

Gold Silk Peter Trade

Gordon Currants Louis ( Read more... )

 I've hit a very sudden low point, where I feel completely miserable, irritable and prone to crying. I have no idea what triggered it, but Stuart's fucking awful jazz music isn't helping at all.

I washed my hair today (went to the gym, and it just kind of needed it...) and it was still drying when I left to go grocery shopping with mum ( Read more... )

 Dear mother,

I understand that, at times, I can be difficult to get along with. I shut myself in my room for long periods of time, shrug off your attempts at conversation with 'I've got work to do, sorry' then snark when you don't pay me attention, and I react in a most hostile manner (although never physically) to your entering my room without my ( Read more... )

Kaii has gone back to Wolverhampton. The reason why?

My house has caught fire. SOMEBODY TRIED TO BURN DOWN MY HOUSE WITH ME INSIDE AT FIVE IN THE MORNING. Some morons thought it would be funny to push a bin against the front door and set bloody fire to it. I woke up at five in the moring to smoke alarms, peered down the stairs and saw the flames, ( Read more... )

For the next week, I'll be at home by myself. Well, not really, Kaii's coming to stay with me. But without my mum or Stuart. I'm panicking slightly. I don't know how to take care of myself for longer than a weekend. I'm so lost here. Any advice?

 I'm ill. Really very ill ( Read more... )