- my room- Given to my cousin
- my clothes/photo albums/anything that’s ever meant anything to me- In storage
- my space- gone
- my freedom- limited
- my car- sold
so basically I’m having an everyone hates me rant. But honesty I have nothing in this house which is mine, I was boxed up 2 years ago and I honesty don’t think they thought I would come back. I just got back “home” and all I wanted was my stuff that i left, and to be in my old room with my sister, but that’s to much too much to ask for because, there’s no space (my spoilt lil brother has to much pointless shit he refuses to get rid of), my cousin from spain is sleeping in my bed (and he’s my dick head mother’s new golden child and she refuses to ask him to move into my brother’s room), and with five of us living here I just need some fucking space ( they feel it’s fine to walk in on my on the toilet, seriously fuck off)….
I just want to be back in England now seriously the next 6 months is going to be hell, it hasn’t even been a week.
Remembering why I ran away when I had the chance.
just remember that all my plugs i.e for my laptop/phone/life are english now and i forgot to to get an adaptor for them fml. so if you don’t hear from me that’s why.
Sooo after a 24hour flight i an finnaly back in my lil country town lithgow. It feels almost fake that i’m here and I’m already missing England. It’s the strange things I have to get use to again, like 90% of lithgow people walk around in tracksuit pants and have children at 14 soooo there’s me with my full face of make up and my ripped jeans, if looks could kill people I would be dead! Also strange things like a full fridge and pantry of food I can remember weeks in notts when i’d forget to buy food or all i have was mushrooms and bread. sooo probs going to be fat.
My sister is awesome thou, she’s already made appointments so i can get my hair sorted out, brought me tim tams and is taking me out! what a babe.
I miss england!! home soon <3