The ever growing list of nicknames I’ve received from my brother
7. Anne Frank
10. Missy Higgins
11. Lily Allen
12. Katy Perry
13. Amy Winehouse
Nothing, TAFE. No.
1. Nip Tuck
2. The L Word
3. The Simpsons
One day I’m going to leave and never come back. It’s just a matter of time. You’re a sparrow, and I’ve crushed you in the depths of my palm.
I don’t mean to sound egotistical, but no. Sorry.
My house is in utter chaos. Dad is driving mum to the Hospital because her bandages are leaking blood and I’m in my room, crying, because I felt too overwhelmed trying to help dress her for no other reason than being too scared to unintentionally inflict pain on someone else.
I’m ‘crying’ for the first time in almost two months. Trivial bullshit.
I DON’T WANT TO DO HOMEWORK. But I should really do homework. BUT I JUST WANT TO SIT AROUND AND DO NOTHING ALL NIGHT.
Trying to order pizza for my family + my brother’s two friends turned into a fucking nightmare and now I’m feeling overwhelmed.
Every day for the last two months my brother’s friends have occupied my house and I’m not sure whether I’m happy that he finally has a decent social life or slightly jealous that his social life over eight weeks exceeds my accumulated social life from the last five years.