Saturday, 18th April 2015 - 5:56pm
God, it's so good to be home and even greater to be able to just listen to all the insults I missed over the passed two days... Gosh, I never realised how lovely my family were...
Ha! Bull-fucking-shit.
I seriously wish I had more money saved up so I could just leave already... But I can't. Because you can't get money without having a job, and a job is something I'm not allowed to have.
I'm so sick of this shit. I just wanna go. Get as far away from this shit-hole and the fuck-wits in it as possible. Get away from these people who don't give a shit and away from these people who hate me for being the way I am.
"Where's the rest of your meal..? Oh wait, you're on a diet, aren't ya fatty?"
"What's with the limping? Looking for more attention again, you brat."
"Such a shame you had to come home, it was nice without you."
Well fucking guess what! I would've loved to have stayed away from here! I enjoyed being away too, even if it just reminded me again that I want a family who gives a shit.
But that's never gonna happen, is it?
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