Self containment

This is the longest I've ever been back at home since Christmas, and a lot of stuff has happened since then. As much as I like getting my clothes washed and food being cooked for me, there are some things I dislike about being home. I shall list them rather than babble on and on:

1. My dad's flu has got him saying he's gonna die
2. My ma repeating things at least three fucking times
3. My sister has moods that range from good to very bad day to day
4. The computer is downstairs, so I'm prone to attacks via criticism or facial looks
5. Following on from four, I can't isolate myself like I would do at my uni house
6. The whole surrounding area is just a fucking mess.
   

I think that'lll do for now. And now for the explanations:

1. I wanna say to him, "It's your fucking fault for smoking." It hurts when he says it because there are people who do fucking care about him and that is his fucking family.
2. It's like a drilling mechanism for my head - I heard you the first time!
3. She can be really chirpy one minute then in a really pissy mood. I don't know what the fuck is going on.
4. Chinese whispers happens a lot in my family, my mother being the nosey one. I'd rather not hear these whispers or in fact any kind of criticism whatsoever. Although hearing it would make me less paranoid, I'd rather block the whole thing out.
5. I'm not comfortable at home - no wireless Internet, thus no isolation. I'm not used to it. It's gonna be a big shit fuck for me when I return home from uni.
6. I hate Luton. It's so fucking awful.

I need to be by myself for a little while. I need to isolate myself and do some work. I need to organise myself...London did not happen today, so must go tomorrow.

"Pack your bags, your clothes and your life. We're going on holiday to that place called the Sun."