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a trip to amsterdam? AWESOME. let’s go!
so i book it. has she booked it yet? no. how long has she got left? 3 days. will she book it? probably not! ’sorry…work wouldn’t let me have the time off..’
i know this doesn’t seem a lot, but for fucks sake. you know how excited this trip has got me. you had over three fuckin’ weeks to call up work, and you leave it til now. WHATEVER. i’ll go by myself and have the best damn time of my life.
another friend; ‘oh, no, it’s not my thing. and my grandparents are coming home for a while, i want to see them’
why say you would come with me to enjoy this once in a lifetime experience then? also, lucky fucking you. at least you have grandparents left. i miss my nan more and more every freaking day, DON’T RUB IT IN. FUCK.
i want some more friends. some new friends. friends who i can have a laugh with, friends who are a lot like me. none of my friends are like me. we don’t really share interests. it makes me feel like i’m pretty alone in the world.
to add to everything; i have to go back to uni on monday. that thought actually really depresses me. i have to go back to living in one room, down the hall from a girl who abuses me, around people who don’t like me, away from people i hang out with. back to living in one room, rather than my cosy house at home. when i’m there i feel like i have a mere existence. i don’t know what i’m doing there, i don’t have a purpose. and there is not one day that passes by where i don’t miss home like mad.
i fucking love pmt, don’t you?
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