all i do is get angry i can't help it if i've got no time for your grit attitudes and the fact that you don't do anything and don't thank me when i do i'm not your fucking mum and we joke and say that i am but i am not i am sorry but i should move out
i can imagine how unhappy you were i know the pain of depression you're free of it now i will always remember the gold room and the times you cheered me up and when you looked after me after i smoked too much pot and the too many times i let go by before i saw you again now i never will
*sigh* i need sleep and a warm doona and for my cold to go away
work has been too much today every little thing annoys me and i can't do anything right shh i think i might have a day off tomorrow i am sick so i really should be at home now in bed