fuck it
Had a massive fight with my parents tonight. Really fuckin massive. My Dad and I would have coe to blows if I didn't have him pinned agasint the walls asking him if he was still the Gorbals hard man he used to be. I'm 24 years old, i'm a leecher because I only paid my digs when i worked in Jessops. They say I'm not allowed female friends to stay
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We have a dining room that's kept under lock and key, where whatever alcohol they've "confiscated" from me is kept. Along woth of all things: Chopped tomatoes, Kit Kats, Chocolate Digestives, and fucking Sweetcorn.
Not to mention Oranges every now and then.
What kind of parents are those? at twenty four years old.
No wonder I feel depressed sometimes
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