Hi tumblr, have an update on my life.
Let’s begin with omfg I got a job. I now work in a hotel which is pretty cool and for now at week at a time I’m doing different things. This week I’m a chef which is fucking awesome because I love cooking.
Secondly I’m not homeless anymore. More or less. The council have given me a flat to move into, which I’m moving to tomorrow. It’s meant to be temporary housing but where I live and temp well, it’s not very temp.
Thirdly as weird as it is I’m in a relationship now. The weirdnest thing is, it’s with a guy. I love boobs and ass and girls and uh, but there’s just something about him and he makes me super happy and he’s just uh, wonderful wonderful with the most incredible eyes I have ever seen.
So I guess things are starting to look up for me. The beginning of this year has been totally shit for me, but now things are setteling in to place and it’s great.
I’m meant to start a job today but I can’t start it because I have no where to live. In short as of tomorrow I’m homeless and the council where I live are shit and will probably be like “you’re not vulnerable enough” again. I think I fucking well am considering all this shit I have going on. Fuck you.
By the looks of things come Tuesday I’ll be homeless again. Having no luck with my referrals to places. Fuck.
I refuse to go back to my dad’s cause his place is a tip and he doesn’t want me. Sofa surfing is not going to do my health any good either. I’m starting to panic again. All I need is somewhere to stay like a hostel or a shared house or some shit.
Ugh, I really hope this is all sorted by Tuesday otherwise I’m going to have a mental break down. Sigh.
Two years ago today I lost the greatest woman that I had in my life. She was the most wonderful person you could ever hope to have as a nan. There’s so much that I could write about but I don’t want to ramble on. She was so incredible to me and she taught me to never give up on my dreams and to just follow my heart. She was there for me when my parents weren’t and I miss just poping by her house and drinking tea with her even though I don’t like tea. I’m still a wreck over the fact she passed away but time does heal things. I miss her so much but I know she’s in a better place. I love you nan, Gabrielle Josephine McNally. Thanks for being the most wonderful person that someone could ever hope for
Hi I’m Jam and I think I have a drinking problem… I’ve spent like 300 quid in the last 3 months. That’s really not good. I don’t know why I’m doing it, well I know why but sigh.
After everything that has happened tonight with drama, fights, police and ambulances I’m pretty sure that they’re going to get me moved out of here asap. Shit went down and oh it was funny.
Since I moved into this house there has been so much drama and so much shit that has happened. It’s so fucking hard to deal with everything that is going on when you don’t really know yourself. I just want someone to hold me and tell me “It’ll be okay”. I know that won’t make much difference but it would be so nice and maybe, just maybe I won’t have another breakdown. I really don’t want to have another breakdown.
I’m so excited that I get away with my brobri for a few days to Manshizzle because I’ll be able to kind of forget about everything that has happened in the last 2 months. I just want to go there and not come back if I’m honest. It would be so wonderful to start over again in my favourite city but with everything going on I just can’t do that right now and it fucking sucks. I want to move forward with my life and not have this black cloud of shit following me around, ugh. I am just sigh.
I woke up about an hour ago with a painful stomach, headache and feeling sick. Uhm, body you can’t be doing this right now. You’re not allowed to be doing this!
I’m having a wonderful time at the hospital. Ugh. Being proded, blood taken, injections, tests tests tests. Ugh. Seen like 4 different people so far and I’ve been here nearly 2 and a half hours. Sigh.
I can just tell that as soon as I go to my room and I’m on my own that I’m going to break down. I can’t handle doing that tonight. I don’t want to end up crying and feeling like utter shit. Sigh.
I thought I was okay with a situation that happened 7weeks ago but I’m really fucking not and I don’t know what to do…