So, my dad got accepted into the mines. Which means he’ll be gone three weeks out of the month for six months. He leaves in like two weeks.
So tired. I finished work last night at 11:30, went home, packed basically everything I own and went straight to Nash’s. I don’t know what’s in what bag and I’m so unorganised and got to uni forgetting books and notes and such.
I’m tired and worn out and stressing to the max because not only do I feel like I’ve been disowned by my own family for trying to do something about my future, but now I have nowhere to go. This time it’s for real. This time I’m not going back.
I went for a big run this morning (further than usual), then had my appointments and then uni. Pretty worn out from my run, but I’m that bored I’m considering going for round two.
I hate feeling like I have to escape from my own house. It’s happening far too often and all I’d like is someone to be able to keep me company in times like this, instead of just sitting in the car on the side of the road.
Just starting writing a letter to you five minutes ago and I already have 390 words. Pouring my heart out on paper is so difficult when I know that you will only open it to see my hand-writing and instantly throw it out. All I’m trying to do is let you know how I’m feeling, and I can just tell that you don’t even give a damn. I’m going to send it to you anyway, just so I have my own form of closure.
What I would give to have either Arjay or Nash by my side right now.
Jesus, I’m not even home for half an hour and there’s already drama.
There are much more appealing things I’d rather be doing today than uni and work.
Such a cute night. Rose, impala and Japanese food
So tonight Oliver took me out to dinner and he picked me up in an Impala
BITCHEZ BE HATIN’
Go back home now and go back to sleep.
And we say, go back with someone else who
Who wants you more than me.