We all become smoke...
So, today is my little sister's birthday. She is now 22 years old.
Also, as predicted, it is a horrendous day.
What other news shall I offer you all before the cut of doom and gloom?
Um...well the saving is going well. I've only been out once so far this month, including this weekend, and spent around £12. However, this is all having the result of making me very depressed.
I can't even go and see little 1 year old Archie, because he is with Lynn watching his father play football for the POSH. Also he threw a puzzle at me last week, so I don't want to go anywhere near him.
Next week, I will be going out for my favourity Kirsty's birthday, and have a horrible feeling I will go completely mental and get out of my nut at around 9pm and have to go home early. It is also in Faces, so I'm hoping I don't recreate the time I fell over in one of their toilet cubicles, knocked myself out on the bog roll holder, and had to be carried out by a bouncer. Oh the class.
OK, so as I said, today is the sister's birthday.
However, I've come to a conclusion. I hate her.
This is very unfortunate. I know you're supposed to love your family through all and that, but I'm actually not sure that I do anymore. To me she is a rude, vile, messy, cheating, angry, nasty person. I can see no redeeming qualities. I know that if she wasn't my sister, I would put as much distance between us as is physically possible.
Even if it is your birthday, surely you shouldn't make your mother cry twice?
Also, mum is still very down after her op. Which is fine, but there is only so much I can do without going crazy. I'm doing all the housework, washing, ironing etc. My sister of course will occasionally empty the dishwasher. My dad works away a lot. I also feel bad going out because she would be left on her own. I can't help feeling though that it's not my fault. I don't think she makes the effort with friends and stuff, and feels like going to see members of the family is 'bothering' them, so it's all down to me.
I just can't seem to be happy in this house. Everyone is always picking at each other. I can't remember the last time we all had a happy experience together. I'm willing to admit that I also contribute to this, but how do we make it stop?
Also, as predicted, it is a horrendous day.
What other news shall I offer you all before the cut of doom and gloom?
Um...well the saving is going well. I've only been out once so far this month, including this weekend, and spent around £12. However, this is all having the result of making me very depressed.
I can't even go and see little 1 year old Archie, because he is with Lynn watching his father play football for the POSH. Also he threw a puzzle at me last week, so I don't want to go anywhere near him.
Next week, I will be going out for my favourity Kirsty's birthday, and have a horrible feeling I will go completely mental and get out of my nut at around 9pm and have to go home early. It is also in Faces, so I'm hoping I don't recreate the time I fell over in one of their toilet cubicles, knocked myself out on the bog roll holder, and had to be carried out by a bouncer. Oh the class.
OK, so as I said, today is the sister's birthday.
However, I've come to a conclusion. I hate her.
This is very unfortunate. I know you're supposed to love your family through all and that, but I'm actually not sure that I do anymore. To me she is a rude, vile, messy, cheating, angry, nasty person. I can see no redeeming qualities. I know that if she wasn't my sister, I would put as much distance between us as is physically possible.
Even if it is your birthday, surely you shouldn't make your mother cry twice?
Also, mum is still very down after her op. Which is fine, but there is only so much I can do without going crazy. I'm doing all the housework, washing, ironing etc. My sister of course will occasionally empty the dishwasher. My dad works away a lot. I also feel bad going out because she would be left on her own. I can't help feeling though that it's not my fault. I don't think she makes the effort with friends and stuff, and feels like going to see members of the family is 'bothering' them, so it's all down to me.
I just can't seem to be happy in this house. Everyone is always picking at each other. I can't remember the last time we all had a happy experience together. I'm willing to admit that I also contribute to this, but how do we make it stop?