I think I can safely write yesterday evening off.
My parents are on the brink of disowning me, all because I mis - interpreted a serious letter (and was told by the wonderful crap people at Student Finance that I didn’t owe them anything, when I did, and I could have got in serious trouble about it again.
See, I like university, but the fucking hassle that I get outside of uni by my parents and my funding authority makes me feel like packing it all in tomorrow and finding a full time job in the libraries, as that’s the only thing I can safely say doesn’t bring any stress home with it!
But then my social life and routine would change again, and I’d end up living by myself and commuting to uni, which would cause my depression to spiral, I need to find my true partner before I can move, and that will either take weeks, or months, but time is fast running out, and this is the problem, I don’t want to be here any more. This bed. this room, just isn’t my home.
And my mum, who cared and adored me is now this person whom I can’t spend two seconds with! My dad’s alright, he sides with either of us, but is still a tough nut if he sides with Mum…
I don’t know, I try to be me and whatever I do I mess up. I might as well be nobody, Nobody would care then.
