So he tries to pacify her, 'cause what's inside her never dies.

Is it acceptable to kick your mother out for being a horrible house mate?

Either no one wants anything to do with me or I’m over analysing the situation and I want to believe the latter but surely I’m correct in both cases. Maybe I’ll just crawl back into bed. 

Over the last month I have ignored almost every message received on Facebook. No regrets.

I’ve become so despondent over the last five years I don’t even recognise myself anymore. I don’t deserve to be alive. 

My heart aches for you, Alex. I can’t imagine the pain of having married the love of my life a few months prior to their passing, words couldn’t describe it. I’m sorry for your loss.

After TAFE I caught the bus into Town, bought a mixed berry smoothie - hoped it wasn’t a smoothie - indeed it was a smoothie (I hate smoothies), and two new books. 

I hate hair day. 

I had a dream multiple male intruders were attempting to break through my window and rape me while I was asleep in bed.

The waste beaker looked pretty, but today fucking sucked.

I’m supposed to be completing an assignment but I can’t get past the first question because it doesn’t make ANY sense (I felt stupid until I asked for a second opinion and turns out whoever wrote the question is an idiot) so now I’m listening to Iggy Azalea and pretending I’m in a good mood. 

I’m fucking done with everything, so fucking done. I’ll be lucky to get out of bed in the morning.

Big moo bought budgies and now I am the mother of two birds.