Memoirs of a Lunatic

Fuck off!

Gah! Sara just phoned me, and i said i’d phone back cos the calls are free, and as soon as i get near the phone “No you don’t! I’m going to bed, you’ll keep me awake, so you’re going to bed!” ….excuse me!? I’M NEARLY FUCKING 21! I’m an adult, i don’t need someone telling me when i’m going to bed!
She comes downstairs, turns off the TV, keeps me from the phone, and when i get on the computer she bursts in my room informing me i’m not allowed to be on this either! Its taken all my strength not to rip the fuck into her!

Today started out well too… but ending up in a good deal of pain has put me in a bad mood, and coming home to this every single fucking day has put me in a worse mood! Gonna have to go to the docs tomorrow i think… bad stitching, think it’ll have to be cut away. Shouldn’t need to be put back cos its just one little bit, but it certainly can’t stay like that for 5 weeks!

Bah, y’know i’m actually tired now… but out of sheer fucking protest i’m not gonna go to sleep! Yeah, treat me like a 12yr old, and i’ll fucking act like one.
…This has really gotten my goat up. When i have to be up early its fine for her to sit up till 3am being noisey, and i ask her to keep it down but not to go to bed. Geez, just over 4 months stuck in this little shit hole… it seems like an eternity away!

Oh, and Llloyds TSB, they can go fuck themselves… majorly fuck themselves! They’ve phoned me at least 5 times a day for the last 10 days or so, over a matter of £10 that i owe them… its fucking harrassement, and i’ve given up being polite to them, i now have to answer my phone several times a day and scream “Piss off!”