get some well deserved sleep.
Some chance of that happening with Mother.
As soon as I got in, the witch was starting with sly remarks.  For  
fuck sake, why fucking say anything if you haven't got anything to  
fucking say.  Can't live without your fucking banker for a fucking  
weekend.  And they say that parents are supposed to guide their  
siblings. Not in this family.  If you have money, then you are  
Mother's best friend, if you haven't, you're no use at all to her.   
And the same can be said of my sister, who cites amongst other  
reasons, that she thinks its more difficult to get on with different  
people for her than it is for me, and so she'd rather stay in her job,  
with shitty wages and similar job prospects, whilst at the same time,  
sponge as much money off me as humanly possible within a month.  
Currently at £520 for the two of them so far since payday, leaving me  
struggling.
As if they give a fuck...
I didn't move back home for them to make me worse off, but that is  
exactly what has happened.
And the saddest thing of all, is that I can only see this getting  
worse, before it gets better.
If it ever does...
Rob :)
 
 
