Ignore the mood thing. I can't change it for some reason



Okay, before I start, I'm really not in a good mood so if you don't want to hear me prattlin on about shit, leave now.



I've been kicked out of my house. Again. Oh yeah, it's happened before. Last time it was about me looking for a job. Finding jobs where I live is really hard at the moment but my stress-head of a mum doesn't understand that because she works for herself. The last time I went out looking for jobs, she came with me because she doesn't belive that I want money. Yeah, that's something nobody wants. God

But now I've kicked out because I left the laptop on my mum's bed and fuckin John apparently kicked off about it. AND he's wants me to pay the internet bill which is now £130. You know why it's that much? Because mu mum's a fuckin idiot and she doesn't know what pay as you go means. You go on for five minutes to check your messages, not spend fuckin three hours looking up shit on facebook. So basiclly, my mum's twat of a boyfriend wants me to pay for something that wasn't my fault. Story of my fuckin life, pet.

Sorry, I'm just so sick of having to live with that fuckin bastard. Of course I want a fuckin job! Because I want enough money to support myself so can move out and be rid of that fuckin arsehole who's constantly has my mum on edge who then takes it out on me.

It's been like this for a year now and sick to the fuckin back teeth of keeping quiet about it. He's hit her twice, he's threatened my life God knows how many times and he brought cocaine into the house.

In short, he's a fuckin bastard.

So, I'm typing this up on my dad's laptop now seeing as I can't go home. That's why I love my dad. He knows exactly how I feel. To be honest, he's gone through a lot worse. Poor sod.


I'm just telling you lot all this because I'm just sick of getting the wrong end of the stick through my mum and her twat of a boyfriend.



Soz if I put any of you on a right downer



xxxxxx