I finally started my job today. So happy.
Too bad my job was pressing wool.

Just had my flatmate text me and say that we all have to move out of the house by the 7th of April (her parents own the place, she's moving out and apparently, because her parents split, it's going to a 3rd party agency and the house has to be empty). On top of that I have my Europe trip to worry about, because I have to give notice in at work on the 30th of next month, I've been called to testify in a high court trial on the 8th of April (with only 4 damn weeks' notice) and my Dad's birthday is on the 9th. Three weeks to find a house with all this other stuff to deal with. Perfect.

I'm supposed be meeting some friends next Sunday but when we set the date my local train hadn't announced its track closures for March yet and now it has and the track's closed from my stop for about half of the line. I wouldn't have agreed to the date if I'd known about the closures. With no track closures the journey takes at least 1 hour 15 minutes, but when they close the line they put on a bus replacement service which visits more stops than the train would and means the journey takes a stupidly long time.

I can't focus on studying. I can't focus on anything! Where is my brain when I need it most? Homework is piling up on me and I have exams soon enough. Oh and I fainted and fell on my head again today, talk about another headache that will last me days.

I had to come home early today because I can't talk without almost throwing up from coughing which is an issue because I kind of need to talk for what I'm doing with work experience. Normally I just put up with being sick but it's so irritating that is has to be during my week of work experience - I'm enjoying working there and I only get 5 days of it; I don't like having to miss three quarters of a day.

I have to go to be earlier that I normally do, because I have to get up early tomorrow morning. I know when I need to go to bed, so it get's annoying when I am reminded every 5 minutes that I need to go to sleep.

It's supposed to snow heavily here tomorrow night. This is just crazy, it's nearly April. I love snow, but only in Winter and I'd really like it to be Spring now.

The team that I tipped in the AFL tipping lost. They were $1 odds to win and they still lost. Damn them

Can't revise, really bad headache even though I've had half a bottle of calpol because we've got no paracetamol and I've finished a book I was enjoying. The winds ruining the place so I can't go outside without taking off. Harrumph.

This week felt like it lasted forever..........It had to be the slowest week thus far!! I thought that it was Thursday on Tuesday -__- C'mon Spring Break!!!! (In a couple of days here )

This girl was a total "B", she only called me her friend when convenient...she started some rumors...me and my friend decided not to be friends with her anymore. Now she spreads rumors about me that i was the one who claims that she is a big liar....but in fact she is.

The good side is, to every person she tells rumors about me, then come to me in secret and tell me everything and how they hate that "B"

I didn't catch a fish today. It was too windy

So, being far behind in my studies made me decide to take this week off to study and relax myself a little, which seemed even more needed after I dug slits on my wrists during class...Yea, anyway, the school scheduled our new exams to this Wednesday. Fuck? Oh yes indeed!

I can assure you all I've somehow reached a whole new level of grumpy and sad. Grumpy cat is nothing compared to me. NOTHING!

'I had fun once. It was Awful.'
On another note, I'm broke and I've planned things for the Easter holidays. Might actually have to go begging.

I have to go camping for easter. I want to go on the internet, not freeze in the wilderness.

Real estate agent is bringing people to look through our house, while two of us flatties are home. Ugh.

I would love to be one of those people who always knows what do do & say to make someone feel better. Unfortunately, I am not, and I usually just end up worrying too much/making them feel worse. Sigh.

I hate having to change the clocks. It's almost midnight here and I should have another hour before I start to feel guilty and go to bed, but no, because it's actually 1am already now and I just lost a whole hour. (Of course in October when we gain an hour I really love changing the clocks, but that's not the point.)

No. Somebody I dated last summer just added me on facebook. Why, after all this time?

There is this . . . person . . . at work who thinks he can lord it over every one here simply because he works in the office. I've lost count of how many times he has told me off for having a glass of water or my drinkbottle with water in it on the desk, out of sight of the public, or some other "misdemeanor". I feel like a druggie, having to duck behind the wall to have a sip of my hot chocolate, so that he can't see. Earlier this morning (about 7:05, I started at 7) I was just eating the last mouthful of a pastie for my breakfast (seeing as I got home at 11 last night after work, and was up at 5:30 and out of the house at 5:45 this morning, leaving no time to make breakfast at home), having been keeping an eye on the cameras for anyone who may wonder up to the reception desk, he appeared in the staff room and said "No! You are employed at 7 o'clock, you are to be IN RECEPTION. NOW." and walked off. 5 minutes past the hour, I had already been up in the office to serve a customer (who didn't even have to call out, looking for someone I was up there so fast) and you're fucking yelling at me for that? Fuck you. The big boss and the owner of the (multi-national) company have both had nothing but praise for me, and they don't mind me eating so I don't sit up here and starve until I can get a break at around 2pm. So tired of the bs I get from this guy.

Margaret Thatcher has died and the idiotic and insensitive facebook statuses celebrating it have already begun. Regardless of your political views we're still talking about a human being here. It's not like she was Hitler. The fact that she became prime minister is still a fantastic achievement; she was the first female prime minister and still the only one to date over 30 years later. Why don't people show a little consideration and grow up?

I really want to uninstall TS2 so my laptop can actually run TS3 without lagging every two seconds, but I need to finish my story. I've had such writers block and a really bad case of lazy, so I'm not even half way done with it. It's going to take weeks to finish. Well, its my own fault, so I can't complain much. I really wish I didn't procrastinate so much, though.

I just uninstalled all my sims 2 games (all expansions and M&G stuff) so the laptop has spare space on it, even though I only started getting the sims 2 in about October 2011. Which made me think I should have just got sims 3 instead but I had been told it lagged too much. So now all that's going through my head is how much money I've wasted by listening to worthless advice. Harrumph.

Ooooh crap...all I wanted was to make more space on my laptop! I uninstalled OFB from my laptop, just because I never use it and it was taking up space. When I went into TS2 to take pictures for my story...the town I had my sims in was gone. I guess that uninstalling OFB reset my game or something! All of my cc, my mods, my sims, and the lots I used for filming were gone. I don't know if I can continue my story...luckily, I have the bodyshop files on my desktop, so I have the two main characters. I might have to re-find all of the cc I used on them. I would need to re-build all the lots I used for the story, and find cc for the extras. Then re-find all of my pose boxes and storytelling hacks. Is it even worth continuing the story? I mean, I have the main characters, but that's it. Should I just delete it and create a new story that I *won't* install any expansions during? *facepalm*. Didn't expect THAT to happen. I mean, the story was becoming a bit of a hassle, but I still really liked making it!

Uninstalling Sims 2 has made absolutely no difference whatsoever to the performance of my laptop. At all. It actually feels as if it is slower. The problem is, it expends a lot of heat through the bottom (like instant burning if you touch it heat) and the table it is on has heat resistant varnish on it so it reflects the heat back into it. Which melts it from the inside.
On another note, I got University Life earlier for £30 so I'm happy. So far it's good, no glitches yet.

So after having the fucking trial delayed (oooo what a surprise!) again, apparently it's actually happening tomorrow. My sister went to the court today and did her bit, I am yet to see her at work though, so this is taking a very long time, and I get a text from the stupid detective telling me to go in at 11 instead of 9 (so another delay there, too) but I "won't be giving evidence until the afternoon". Why the fuck do I need to be there in the morning then!? This is going to be fucking emotionally draining already, but now it's going to waste the entirety of my day, just so I can fucking appease you court idiots. The 'court advisor' bitch that's been e-mailing me occasionally since my charge was initially laid was apparently being extremely rude to my sister at the court this morning, and kept being rude to our friend, who she had taken as her support person, until she left the room for whatever reason and then went back in there and asked "you're not the sister I've been e-mailing, are you?" where my sister answered no, she wasn't, and suddenly this lady started being extremely nice to her. My sister rang me during an interval earlier and said she didn't like her, and could see why I don't like conversing with her. That shall be the only 'fun' thing about tomorrow, getting some of my own back with this bitch.

Ahhhh, why do I get so worked up over these things? Everything is so stressful.

My laptop is like this too. My reason is that I accidentally dropped it. I think it might be time for me to buy a new laptop, even though I've only had it for around a year

I think I'm going to have to stop my story. What a shame, I really liked making it. Well, at least I can uninstall TS2 to make some more space for TS3 on my laptop. *sighs*

Spent three hours in court this morning. 2 of which were spent with the defence lawyer calling me a liar. That was painful to go through.

really?

That moment when you forget that one of your main characters exists, so you leave him in the enemy's territory and don't remember him until you've written a bunch more.

Ever had one of those moments?

Yeah. I did last night.

*headdesk*

I spent $17 on raffle ticket's and I didn't win anything. At least the money was for a good cause

Facebook is being all kinds of weird today. First my chat sidebar disappears, now it says my friend deactivated her account, which she'd never do.

New day, new rant.

My headphones are officially unusable. Not because the cord is bad. Not because the switch is bad. Not because the sound is going out. Nope.

The foam pads are coming apart. Yay for stupid reasons to need to replace $300 headphones! My dad is lending me his not-as-good (but still great) ones until we can get mine fixed/replaced.

I never thought I would need to replace these things because of the fucking foam pads (the things that go around/over your ears). They're just barely out of warranty, too - the two-year plan ran out five months ago.

Rawr.

One of my lecturers hands out notes with no attempt at grammar or punctuation whatsoever. It takes me twice as long as it should to read and annotate them because of having to add in grammar to make them actually make sense. I'm pretty sure if I took that approach in the exam he'd just fail me because he's usually so persnickety about everything.

I'm so annoyed at myself. Every time I try to clean I get really overwhelmed and start freaking out.

This is bad because there is a lot of cleaning that needs doing just to get this desk in my room. Let's think, shall we: the area the desk is going is currently occupied by a bookcase, so that needs to be cleaned out, cleaned off and moved down the wall. However, it its future spot are my TV stand and a little shelving unit holding random stuff, so those need to be cleaned off and moved. Then, to get my desk and chair to fit in their spot, my bed needs to be moved down its wall towards the closet, so not only does this big cabinet need to go (which it would anyway), I have a bunch of stuff between the cabinet and closet that I needs moving.

Long story short: my whole damn room needs to be cleaned, every square inch of it.

And the whole problem that we're trying to fix is the lack of organized space for just all the stuff I have. This is a massive problem when trying to clean because nothing has a place, at least not a permanent one, so shit just ends up being shuffled from spot to spot, nothing ever really getting cleaned.

Gah.

I just read an article in a national newspaper written by a woman who spends the whole article talking about how she's been on a diet since she was 12, how she enjoys hunger pangs, how sometimes she's fainted from not eating properly, how no man or woman finds anyone 'overweight' attractive (overweight means above a US size 8/10 for her), and how being fat makes you a failure. Seeing things like this being printed makes me so angry. Being thin is not the most important thing in the world.

This whole room redo thing is stressing me out.

Also I'm dizzy. Dizzzzyyyy.

My mom has sucked all the fun out of prom for me. I wanted to go alone (because I wanted to hang with my friends and I knew my boyfriend didn't want to go). She pressured and talked me and my boyfriend into going together. She refused to let me pick out my dress and bought one for me (I like it, but I still didn't pick it out). I'm not allowed to get ready at my friend's house because my mom wants to do my hair and make-up because "I don't know how" which is insulting because I do know how to apply and put on make-up. They were going to rent a limo, and so now I don't get that either. The only reason she's not going to DRIVE us there is because HIS GRANDMOTHER is going to, and she's going to stay there and drive us back two hours before prom is even over and it's only a four hour event. We had also planned on going to Denny's after prom as a very late dinner/very early breakfast since they don't feed us at prom. This is supposed to be one of those special moments in every girl's life and every single inch of fun and possible enjoyment is going to be sucked out of it. I don't even want to go anymore but I already bought the tickets and my mom already bought the dress.

Yesterday I met some friends in the city for the day. We were on the escalator coming up from the underground station and this man behind me touched me, then came past me on the escalator and inserted himself in-between me and my friend who was on the step two above me. Then he went around her to start walking up the escalator and touched her too, right in front of me. We were both so surprised that we didn't even say anything to him and I'm so annoyed we didn't now.

So I got a really pretty organizer, only to find that it is literally one millimeter too wide for the spot I wanted it in.

RAWR.

EDIT: God I hate insects.

EDIT 2: Threw up my dinner again. Second time in a week. Lovely.

EDIT 3: Fuck.

The past year and a good part of this year have been an emotional wreck for me. Over thinking has burned me down and I feel fragile, I get upset at meager things and I snap back at people, and it's not exclusive to the times Aunt Flowe's visit is near or anything but I am so moody lately and glum, my friends have started to get pushed away by my solitude and bad attitude at times. I wasn't like this...and just last night on the phone with my apparent one best friend, she said that I need to stop thinking so much, recalculating and just going over the past and planning the future so much which I know is what I need to do but honestly the days when I feel like myself are so rare nowadays that I forgot who I really am. I am just a loner girl who ruins the fun and snaps back at people and isolates herself from the world. Where the hell did I go?

Last night while lying in bed, I had a really good idea for something to write, but I was too tired to write it down.

So I just remembered that I had the idea... but I can't remember what it was <_>

^ I've had that happen to me before too, and when I remember about the idea again, I have nothing to write it down with.

I had the worst day yesterday. I can't stand mean, pathetic little people who know they're upsetting you but carry on doing it anyway because they get some kind of sick kick out of it. I wish I could just tell him what I really think of him, but I can't.

I have all these great ideas for stories/scenes in my head, but I don't know how to put them into words.

Zero motivation. Zero study time and finals in two weeks. Eeep!

Can I just stop the caffeine abuse and replace it with book abuse? I just need to get rid of these books once and for all. Two weeks...just two weeks and the nightmares are over.

It's never nice to find out someone you care about has cancer, no matter how early stage it may be. Cancer is still a scary word.

It's fucking HOT.

Winter, come back, pleeeease.

Found out on Friday that a friend of mine died in a car crash on Thursday morning. She was turning twenty three yesterday. So sad :-(

^I am so sorry for your loss, Geah.

My vent: I caught a cold and exams are next week. Now we all know what the means, ladies! Oh and Aunt Flow is possibly visiting soon as well. Kill me now. Please.

My vent is that my family yells at me for small tiny things, but my sister can do whatever she wants

So last week I ordered a book off eBay, especially for its cover, because the covers on the reprints bug me.

So it came in the mail today, and guess what?

It's got the wrong. Fucking. Cover.

Damn it.

I get some results today and I'm really nervous about them but I have to wait until 2pm.

My old laptop doesn't work anymore, and I can't get the documents off it. I hope I can get the hard drive out of it

Stressed, confused, annoyed and scared.

I'm graduating in 22 days. Part of me wishing I had decided to go to the ceremony, the other part knows it'd be too stressful for me, but still. Plus, TWENTY-TWO DAYS. Fucking hell, that's three weeks. I don't know how to react to my graduation, really. I'm excited and scared shitless at the same time.

I'm trying to finish this goddamn story before I graduate, too, and it's freaking me out. I've hit a fucking massive wall, a wall bigger than any I've encountered before. I enjoy writing it, believe me I do, but right now I feel like I want to just get it done and over with so I don't have to stress about it anymore. Everything I've written these past couple days has come out as utter shit. It's all too boring, too bland, too impractical, too time-consuming.

On another note, something is wrong with me. I've thrown up three times in the last four weeks, for seemingly no reason at all. I think I'm becoming lactose intolerant, but I don't know.

I just want all the stress to go away.

I just defacated in the face of success with my English presentation today. If I get a C i'll eat grass.

Why do I stress the fuck out about the littlest things?

I've been trying to organize a meet up with my old roommate for a few weeks now. On Monday she said she'd get back to me about whether or not she could do Thursday (i.e. today), only she never did. It's now almost 2pm and she just text me to say "If we're doing tonight where and what time?" Talk about late notice. And I just love the way she's made it sound like I'm the one who's not got back to her!

Today is just one of those days where I don't feel like doing anything. Except maybe sleep.

Hayfever is so irritating (literally).

Did something to my back <_> can hardly move. Fuck.

Sick and fucking tired of waiting for flatmates to pay me money for the (expensive) power bill, the water bill, the food shopping bill, the rent . . . . . .
I made a bank account with a different bank specially so my boyfriend could pay me rent and I'd get it straight away, using my own money from my main account to pay his share of the rent, I put the shopping on my debit card and go without roughly $150 for a week until the other three get around to paying me back, and I arrange for the delivery of aforementioned shopping, and wind up planning what to make for dinner because these fuckers are too lazy to think for themselves, let alone cook for themselves. I pay the water rates to our land lord and have to chase them for that, the power bill this month is nearly $200 and I've paid that already as well, and NONE of them have paid me back. So as of today I am owed approximately $650. $650.00. This is ridiculous. Having to stress out about this shit is doing my head in. I have a good day at work, and as soon as I walk through the door, I'm in a bad mood. I'm not eating properly because I'm stressed, and I'm losing weight because I'm not eating. Fucking evil cycle.

Pardon the cursing. I apologise.

On my 5th day of 8 days straight at work. I hate the way my manager does the rota.

WHY DO FIRST PAGES HAVE TO BE SO HARD.

My boyfriend and I are going for a week up north tomorrow morning for a break, and so I can meet his dad at long last. So that's cool, I'm looking forward to some time away. However, last night after I got home, Shaun decides to tell me that instead of posting his ex-girlfriend's iPad back up there (like he should have done since before I started dating him!), she is going to "come round to Dad's place and get it herself". Why the fuck would he do that? I don't want to meet her. The last texts she sent to him ( a month ago) were saying that she still loved him for god's sake. Then he started telling me that she was going down to Whangarei (an hour south of where we're going) to have an abortion. Apparently Shaun is the only person she has told this piece of information. Why she is telling him this, and in turn Shaun is telling me this, I have no damn clue. I don't fucking want to know, or want to see her, so now I risk looking petty/childish by wanting to try and stay out of sight when she does come over to fetch the iPad. Ugh. I can leave my fucking past behind, why can't he keep his away from me?

Anxiety can suck it.

It's too early to wake up

Today I have had interview for a level 2 ICT coruse and it went wrong by the fact that I waited along time to do it, there was a group interview which I knew nothing about, the interview was only 15 mintues long and to make things even worse he knew abolouley nothing about me and I had to re fill out my appilcation form long with other forms which I already bid. He, name of Jhon flint...I think but he is a big ***** as he was mean to me and never looked at me and he was mean to my mum which is not on. He did not give me place on his course as he said that my english and maths were'nt good enough for his course?! Depsite the fact that I have done the same level ict for 2 f********* YEARS!!! AND MY ENGLISH IS A GRADE C PREDICTED AND MY COURSE WORK IS C AND HE HAS PUT ON A PROGRESS COURSE FOR EMPOLYIBLITY SKILLS WHICH WE BOTH TOLD WE DID NOT WANT TO GO FOR YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, my life's goal/dream/whatever is to become a translator/interpreter of some sort. To do this, obviously, I'll need to learn a number of languages.

My problem here is that I seem to lack the motivation to actually sit down and learn the languages. I want to, believe me, I want to, but I just... I don't know. I've had my Italian Rosetta Stone for almost two years. Two. Years. And I'm not even a fifth of the way through it. I feel like I've wasted those two years, language-wise, because if I had really applied myself, I might be fluent by now. But no, I'm a fucking lazy procrastinator who never has any motivation or will to actually do the shit I like.

(Also fuck my brain.)

I don't know. I can't think right now. Bljgkldsjgdskgd blah.

Also on something of a procrastination theme, I have my first exam on Tuesday and I've hardly studied at all. In the past week I've started an ambitious gardening project, started writing two things, read a 700 page novel and I'm probably going to reorganize my room at some point over the next few days...but no studying.

It pisses me off that I can't think of anything to write. I can't even force myself to write. Nothing comes to mind.

God damn.

One day I am full of inspiration and energy to finally draw something, the other I just sulk around and feel shitty about everything I do.

Brain why you no work with me?

I really don't feel like seeing or talking to anyone at the moment. I don't even know why. And this boy I went out with last summer sent me a facebook message with a link to this job with the company he works for and told me he'd recommend me for it if I wanted to apply for it, and I know it should be a really sweet, thoughtful thing but it just makes me feel strange.

Life has been shitty since I last visited this site. I hate seeing a friend be in an abusive friendship. Friend A (my best friend) is in a really horrible friendship with Friend B (one of the people I dislike most in this world) where B only talks to A sporadically and when A asks for a reason why it's just sporadic talking and not the somewhat constant talking that they did before, B gives really ambiguous and confusing answers. A has cried to me about how B was verbally abusive to her in the past and how she wasn't going to let her do any of that crap to her anymore. A cut off ties with B for months (I'm going to say three months about) and then B starts talking to her and A responds cordially. Now, A and B are back to where they were, with me seeing a lot of the crap B says to A. It's sickening. It really is. And I feel like I can't do anything and I've been wanting to just get away from the situation. This has been plaguing my mind for a while and I can't help but feel like punching B in her face.

And to top it all off with a cherry, I have to take a week full of finals. Fun fun fun.

I am always in a bad mood and that puts me in an even worse mood. I don't like talking to anyone anymore, I only open up facebook to play a couple of games because all my CDs decided to crack and not work.

Shitty vacation is shitty.

So I'm standing in the living room, trying to explain to my mom what I was going to do next with my story, when I start watching the TV for about thirty seconds.

I stop watching and realize that all the ideas for my story had vanished.

Fuck you Sheldon Cooper. Your ridiculous antics chased the ideas out of my head.

My stupid annoying bratty sister took my magazine that she knew that I was going to read. So I then tried to get it off her and she ripped it up.
I was so angry, as I never read it yet and when I said that she would have to buy me a new copy, she laughed and said she wouldn't.
I'm know what I'm going to do now, I'm going to take $5 out of her wallet for the magazine.

The assessment day I'm going to in July requires you to do "teamwork tasks" for almost two hours and make an oral presentation on one of five topics they've provided. The topics are all pretty interesting, but I hate hate hate public speaking like that, especially in front of my peers.

So it's supposed to be 113 degrees on Sunday.

It's official. I live in hell.

<_______>

I have managed to organize some of files into folders and then when I tried to move some back, it re pasted every damn file as short cut.

Watched a really cute movie. Loved it.

Can't find it for sale anywhere. Not for a non-ridiculous price, anyway.

Fuck.

I can't stand heat over 30 degrees, and it is supposed to be 45 degrees where you live. I wouldn't want to be there on that day.

My vent is that I live with a selfish sister who always wants me to buy her things, even though she has a job and spends all her money in one day.

^ Pfft, you would never survive here. It's 91 degrees (around 33C, I think) already and it's not even noon.

^ Where I live, it get's to 35+ in Summer and it is usually muggy as hell.
I'm just lucky I don't live in Darwin. It is 30+ all year round there

No fireworks for Independence Day?!

What the fuck, city?

I'm just gonna go cry in the corner now.

Also Justin Bieber fan fiction. Somebody pass the brain bleach.

My best friend and I were talking about taking a trip to Paris together, maybe in September, but then another friend of ours said the three of us should go away together so now the three of us are supposed to be going somewhere in September (nothing's booked yet.) The thing is, I kind of wanted to do this Paris trip just me and my best friend and now that's not going to happen and we're not going to go to Paris. I know that sounds really awful, but that's the way it is. And now I feel like the whole thing's going to get out of control really quickly. Now isn't the best time for me to be taking any kind of trip, especially an expensive one, and because this other friend has a well-paid job I know she's going to end up pushing the budget way beyond what I want to spend even though I've said how much I'm willing to spend, because she's done it before. What she thinks is a reasonable amount of money to spend on something isn't the same as what I think is a reasonable amount of money. I kind of really don't want to book the holiday anymore either, because I'm applying for jobs and I don't really know where I'll be come September (also the reason why I don't want to go blowing a lot of money on a vacation).

Why the hell is a children's tv program is going to be on bbc three on Tuesday, why? I hate the show and it makes me think why in the hell was wolf blood ever made.

I am getting more and more uncomfortable about booking this trip away. The decision has been made that we're not going to invite two of our other friends, whom we lived with for a year, but one of those other friends has been friends with us for as long as we've been friends with each other and she actually lived with the other two for a year longer than I did. If I were in her shoes I would be so hurt and upset to find out that the other three went away without even inviting me, and I don't want to lie to her or have to hide it from her.

I never realized how absolutely shitty I am at small-talk.

Gah.

I feel like playing the Sims 3 university and cuddling with cats :3

I can't stop focusing on stupid shit. I feel needy, whiny, annoying.

I'm freaking out.

Freaking. Out.

Bleh.

Social anxiety can suck it.

Been sick with flu for two weeks now and half of the people I know don't even bother asking about me or checking up on me. Fuck you, too.

Yeah real fucking great. Get home from a long day at work, and missing my bus so having to walk an extra 3kms to get home at 11:30 at night, and I walk in the door to find my fucking sister has ruined my armchair by pouring candle wax all over it. My Dad gave me this lounge suite. The suite is 65 years old and something I treasure greatly. And now she has fucking destroyed half the fucking thing. And SHE has the audacity to have a go at ME for not consulting her over what fucking vegetables to buy today. I can't fucking wait until you move out of the house!

My dreams disturb me. Greatly.

I had an argument with somebody I really, really care about a week and a half ago, and in the heat of the argument they said "What is wrong with you?" to me. I'm fairly certain they're sorry they said it (even if they meant it) because they've been doing little things ever since in an attempt to make it up, everything except actually talking about it. I thought I was upset with the way they said it, but I think it's more because it's not like I haven't ever thought that question to myself. I'm sure most people have. It's not like there aren't things about myself that I dislike or wish were different, so when somebody you love points this out and essentially says they wish you were different too...it really, really hurts. I wish things felt normal again.

I am not a religious person. My family and friends are religious. My friends know that I'm not religious. My family does not.

I feel uncomfortable when my parents or sisters talk about religion. Not because I don't... Idk, approve of it or something, because I'm not that kind of person. Damn this is hard to explain. I guess I feel uncomfortable because they think I share their beliefs... which I don't.

My parents are open-minded; they're not freakishly religious. But I feel like they'd be disappointed in me if I told them I'm not religious. I don't know. I just. Eh.

Ehhh. I don't know what to do. I want to get it out there that I'm not religious, but I just don't want anything to change...

If your family loves you (which they should) they should not be angry at you if you say your not religious. if you don't want anything to change then don't say anything to brash because it might make the situation awkward if you tell your parents like BOOM - they will probably be preachy to you it depends on how religious they are...i'd let it down slowly that you're an atheist or agnostic with small comments here and there or maybe try to change the subject when talking about religion, maybe you find it difficult to join in the conversation becuase you don't quite understand your beliefs.

how religious are your parents? what religion are you, do you go to church every week and do you stay grace before meals? are your parents ok with sex before marriage and what do they say about other faiths? and are you still in high school/secondary school because it depends on what age you are for parents to take you seriously on different levels

just talk about it too them, the next time you see them ask them to talk about it - if its something that your cant change e.g the way you look or a big part of your personality you need to tell them that its who you are and they cant change somebody who's UNIQUE to our society and who doesn't 'fit in', if its a flaw in you personality e.g. you lie a lot or bitch about a group of girls all the time then that s different and maybe you need to ask them for help. i'm sure thing will go back to normal after a good convo

go to a cafe or to a park to talk - that person will probably glad to get some weight off their chest

I haven't really come on these forums for a while due to exams then summer etc... But the forums seem less active than they used to be, especially this Girls forum. :/
I remember the days we fought over Chris Pine and had drama and venting so much that we could barely keep up with each others problems.