Right
figured seeing as i hadn’t posted anything really in a while, here goes.
only word that comes to mind is fuck.
Life is just seriously buggered up, friends..well quite frankly what friends, I’d rather be working constantly than have to just sit in my house by myself anymore. Work friends are more of my friends than anyone i thought was a close friend.
I miss my brother something shocking, he probably doesn’t even miss me, but dear lord it’s like a part of me is missing. No-one understands how much I miss him to be honest, tried to get my mum to book me flights over to Glasgow to see him during halfterm but wasn’t allowed because im not 18. I FUCKING HATE BEING YOUNG. Doesn’t help with my “friends” either as they all go out places where you need i.d, cheers guys, no invite even, probably say no but its the thought that counts.
So that’s me counting down the weeks till I turn 18. 14 weeks now I think, great.
Can’t effing wait to go to Dundee, away from this boring town, people who call themselves my friend, closer to Mark :)
God this is a damn depressing blog.
Ah well.
