Okay, it’s time for a rant, I do not know how long this rant will be or where it may lead, I just know that there is something building up inside of me that needs to get out now before I take it out on even more people that I love.

Let’s make a start before it’s too late.

Item One

The typical teenage rant on how they feel. Here I go again.

I’ve currently missed Jim for God only knows how long. I haven’t been able to sleep and this has subsequently made me ill. I have been ill and therefore a little unhappy.  I have been working my but off for 2 weeks, some of may not believe this, but yeah, my butt has been in gear. Two drama rehearsals which have driven me up the wall and round the equator added to my bad mood. Some of us put in time and effort to get these things right after making exceptions for others, the others let you down and are too up themselves to work as hard as they can.

Because I’ve been working hard whilst I’m ill, I thought it might be nice for someone to take care of me or acknowledge the fact that I’ve worked that hard and say well done. (No, I am not fishing for praise, so please, don’t feel obliged). So I invited Jim round today. (here comes the bitchy part for which I apologise in advance) I asked him to text his mum and ask before he got home because he had lost his drivers liscence and debit card and I thought he’d have moer of a chance coming over if they didn’t know that.  But he asked them during dinner after his dad had gotten in a stress about the lost cards and I had been waiting for an answer all day, my mum invited him to stay over o the condition I changed my bed, cleared the rubbish, helped put up the shelves and looked after the puppy  for a while. All of which i did whilst awaiting an answer. And the answer was that he couldn’t. (Told you this was bitch y and I’m sorry, but I am NOT in the mood).

So I now feel let down very upset, very ill, very angry, very fucking pissed off because being let down is what my dad does to me. And that’s why me and my dad don’t have a fantastic relashonship and I don’t want mine and Jims relashonship to go that way.

I know it’s not his fault. but good god.

Good god.

So anyway, in traditional Caley terms or mannerisms or whatever it’s called (I’ve forgotten the word) I feel as if no one cares eough to jeapordise a small thing to come and take care of me, thats all I’m asking for, some one to take care of me, I’ve needed it all week, and I haven’t got it. Theres one more thing I’d love to say on here but I am not going to because it would hurt some feelings.

pretty much.