FML

LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK!

I had prettttttyyyyyy much this year planned.

Get back to Christchurch.
Find a job.
Hang with friends. (FINALLY!!)
Live a life.
Save lotsa money.
Go to Aussie with Palmer. (FUCKING AE!!)

BUT NOOOOO!!!!!! Fate / Destiny, whatever you want to call it had other plans. When the world was supposedly ending I TORE MY OTHER FUCKING ARCILLES! WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT? A year and one day after I had surgery on my left arcilles (A year and one day sice my nephew was born!!!!!!!) I TEAR MY RIGHT ARCILLES...

MY OTHER FUCKING ARCILLES!

I was supposed to be flying back to Christchurch TOMORROW.

TOMORROW!

and again....

WHO THE HELL TEARS BOTH OF THEIR ARCILLES?!?

So I'm going to post random rants on here so no one will read them. but just in the off chance they do.. well good on them. anyway.

I worry about you, a lot. You put on such a show that you're happy go lucky, but then I read what you have to say and it's always depressing? I don't know how to approach it, I don't know how to do a lot about anyones feelings really. Not even my own. I mean, I'm writing on a blog about it. I want to help but I'm scared that I might just be over reacting. You have your own family and friends, but I will always be here for you. Always.

I give up. I'm never helping you ever again. If you read this I hope you know I'm talking to you. I've tried.. Not going to try anymore, looks like I've finally caught up with the rest of our group. Do you even appreciate me getting you somewhere to live? Yeah, you were looking. But it was either, too much rent, or there was something wrong with it. Always making excuses. Always. So you want a fancy job that pays well.. You have to work fucking hard to get it. I'm not saying you won't, because I know you can. I guess that's why I'm so fucking tired.

show me you can help yourself and then I'll apologise.
prove me wrong.
I DARE YOU