Freedom of Speech

Been looking on a website called “Spare Rooms”…there’s one in a near by town, not too pricey as long as I had a proper job, which I could get. £550pcm isn’t bad when I’m currently earning £160 a month when that’s only a part-time job. I reckon I could manage that.

Just imagine it…living out of my house. Away from my parents. Looking after myself and doing what I want, when I want.

It sounds beautiful.

Not having to worry about my parents going through my room and finding things that are private or personal. Not having my parents constantly checking up on me. Not having my parents giving me a curfew when I’m almost 18. Not having my parents being horrifically over bearing. Not living this fake life.

Finally being happy.

Currently it is just a dream. But one day, hopefully one day soon, I’ll be out of here and achieving my simple, but incredibly satisfying dream.

Bright future.

People claim they can be supportive.

They claim they’re here to help you through difficult situations.

That…I can deal with.

However, when people claim to understand everything you’re going through - that’s when the bullshit starts.

I don’t need to be deluded into thinking my ‘friends’ can understand me. I’m not saying my life is the most complicated ever and that I’m the most pathetic person ever - blah blah blah. But let’s be honest, no one can understand something, unless they’ve honestly experienced it themselves.

I’m just sick of it.

Moaning done.