And low came shit from the skies

Hmm - well Wednesday evening was interesting. I dropped a plate of curry over the floor upstairs, and my parents went ballistic. The argument turned into "Get a job, we think you should leave unless you do anything useful" and so on and so forth. Mum stormed out, so I cleared up the curry and grabbed my coat and last cigarette. On the way over to the field, I met Mum coming the other way. We had another huge argument, and I ended it with "Well fuck it, Fuck it all". I turned away, and walked the other way, bursting into tears. Can guys get PMS?

I sat and smoked, and Peaches phoned. She met me at the Petrol Station near my house, and somehow made me feel a tonne better. Peaches is passionate about unfairness, and somehow turns your views around and stops you feel so pathetic. We padded home and crept up to my room. Mum came up eventually, and was strangely pleasant.

I feel like shit today and have no idea why.

Time drags on.

And on.

And on.

And on.

Alex.