Fuelled by a screaming match with my older brother, Im ready to tell everyone, just like I told him, to get the fuck out of my life.
What I am going through right now, is not a phase, not a cross roads either, it is - a fucking nightmare.
It is most frustrating living between my 'brother and mothers' house and that of my boyfriends.
I have never wanted to be more alone, I long for the week where I wake up in a bedroom that belongs to me, with only my own things, unsexed sheets that smell only of me, to enjoy a coffee and a modest and peaceful breakfast each morning.
I've spent the most part of last year travelling the world, and discovering new parts of myself. I'v been jobless and spent most my leisure time smoking pot, drinking, and other adrenalin infiltrated activities. Living a gypsies lifestyle isn't all its cracked up to be, my belongings are scattered between a handful of houses and none of which I am comfortable enough to rest.
The feelings I long for are freedom, peace and love. and in that order.
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