23rd February
I'm in such a bad mood. Two strings on my guitar broke and I was so pissed off I threw my guitar and I must have thrown/dropped it one too many times because now there's a horrific crack along the bottom edge, it looks ugly. I basically need a new guitar but where am I supposed to pull that kind of money from?
Jessamine got stung by a wasp this morning and the cheek she'd been stung has swollen up. She looks like that guy from The Goonies. Mum was supposed to take her to the hospital but she was drunk and high so forgot and fell asleep. We're waiting on Dray to swing by and take us. Jessamine's crying, she thinks she'll be stuck like this forever and all I could do was stare down at mum on the sofa and fight back the urge to bottle her.
I know I don't write about it but that's because it's boring as fuck and nothing interesting ever happens but I nearly got sacked from the shitty chippy I work at. I always come back from work feeling like I'm dripping in grease. Basically when my mates come to the shop I always slip them something with their portion of chips like a sausage or a cheeky burger. You know, cus I can be nice. I got found out and had a right bollocking and now I'm on a final warning.
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