Feb 22, 2015 17:27
...please for the love of all the gods don't start singing PinkFloyd.
So yesterday I ate ten grapes and probably about two slices worth of bread. There was tea and orange juice and vodka.
There was also a rather grumpy message from my father that said:
"Hi EJ. Are you ever actually on Skype? I'm n ot going to be around a great deal this coming week, but i think I'm around on the 28th. Perhaps we can speak at some point."
After reading that I spent five minutes trying not to throw up and convinve myself that everything was fine. I'd not felt that shit since kee was in jail. My father said I could be at the Oast, but now I get the impression that due to work and Sally and general inconvenience he doesn't want me there at all. I can't afford to pay Matt rent, and I don't imagine Matt wants me around either.
I hate this.
Today I've eaten broccoli and two baby potatoes.
hiatus