Home so far...
Shit. No, really. So far i have tried to parent my younger sister who has gone on some kind of rampage now that she's single and hanging out with her slaggy friends. Apparently my mother doesn't shout at her anymore. She had a house party on Friday night, the neighbours complained to my mum. Did she say anything to Joanna? Any discipline? NO. Down to me.
And now i see that there's evidently no food apart from soup, which apparently we're meant to live on. WHAT?! For fuck sake. I have no money and it fucking looks like i'm going to have to go out and provide for myself, as per fucking usual. My mum said i wouldn't have to do that again, that she would provide. I hate it here, hate it, hate it. I feel very alone and want to cry, cry, cry. Ugh, and today she's like "you can't leave 'cos we need your income too" I HATE IT I HATE IT. I don't even have an income. I have less than £100 left, of which is the bank's due to it actually being my overdraft.
Oh, and no one wants to employ me. Great.
I'm sorry for my moan, but i feel like i have nowhere/no one to tell. I may bore Louise soon.
So basically: ARGH.
I don't want to live here. I want to be free.
Leaving Leicester was sad, i cried and everything. It's gone so fast, three years, i can't believe it. And then there's Pete. Least i have more reasons to escape.
And now i see that there's evidently no food apart from soup, which apparently we're meant to live on. WHAT?! For fuck sake. I have no money and it fucking looks like i'm going to have to go out and provide for myself, as per fucking usual. My mum said i wouldn't have to do that again, that she would provide. I hate it here, hate it, hate it. I feel very alone and want to cry, cry, cry. Ugh, and today she's like "you can't leave 'cos we need your income too" I HATE IT I HATE IT. I don't even have an income. I have less than £100 left, of which is the bank's due to it actually being my overdraft.
Oh, and no one wants to employ me. Great.
I'm sorry for my moan, but i feel like i have nowhere/no one to tell. I may bore Louise soon.
So basically: ARGH.
I don't want to live here. I want to be free.
Leaving Leicester was sad, i cried and everything. It's gone so fast, three years, i can't believe it. And then there's Pete. Least i have more reasons to escape.