Mopeds, mothers and work

Firstly, fuck mopeds. Fuck them all. Ok tonight I nearly hit one because his fucking light was just dim. Plus he was behind a damn truck. But it was my fault, as I didn't check out the road properly. My ma did and never told until after I turned. So either mopeds should be banned from the road, or I should. Vote now.

Secondly, mothers. Can't live with them - can't live without them. I like to think me and my ma get on pretty well actually, as she gave birth to me, gave me all the toys I wanted (yes I spoilt but I learnt my lesson as I got older), and now gives me money to survive through uni. She's been pretty cool with me since I got back. And now I don't have to tell her about my doctors appointment, it makes it even easier. However, I'm worried I am gonna fall back into depression and I'll have to fall back into routine of feeling like shit. I feel it'll come back sooner or later - dissertation and two essays coming up. Ugh. Should I fall back into depression, I know I can get out of it but kinda slowly. Ashley has been helping me cope, and I feel better. I refuse to get down.

Thirdly, work. Now my parents and customers of the shop have been asking me what was I gonna do after uni. I said find a job, but it's no easy feat. The money involved come vary from nothing to nothing and a half. I've applied for two jobs, I know I didn't get one of them and the other I'll find out this April. I do wanna move out of my parent's house and go into London, but I've no damn money. By the way, if you wish to donate some money then you know where I am.


And to finish, this is my parent's shop. If you have good eyes, you might be able to see my dad being lazy.

It's good to be home.