- By girly-d
- On 01/11/2018
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I've started a war.
Just by being here apparently... which is exactly what I need right now. Well that, and a whacking great hole in my head, obviously
Because I'm "competition"...
Yeah? Well suck it up princess...cos I'm not going anywhere... I've only just got here.
I leave her bitching by the kettle, head upstairs and start to empty bin bags.
I'm not in the mood for this bullshit...
I unpack my things, head downstairs to knock up cottage pie for the house, and then I swan around as if I own the place... which does exactly what it says on the tin and shows her that the "Queen Bee" crown isnt really up for debate...it was mine as soon as I walked through that front door.
She soon gets the message and fucks off into the living room.
Because I've had a long day and I'm really not feeling this...
For what it's worth, my little diva number is a front...but she doesn't know that...and anyway, it makes my life easier and so I don't actually care.
I've got bigger things to think about...
I go back upstairs to my room and I have a little cry, run a bath, and finally crawl into bed, keeping my fingers crossed that the bedding on my camp bed is clean because I really can't be arsed to check.
I miss my little caravan and I really miss my cats...but this is a necessary move right now and I know that they are being looked after...and anyway, I'll have them back before I know it.
I'm tired and emotional and I just want to sleep...today has already lasted a million years...which is weird, because it's only 7.00.
The radiator in my room sounds like a moped starting up.
I don't care.
I sleep anyway.
Fitful, restless...all over the place.
My head spinning with the old and the new colliding again.
Because I thought that I'd left this life behind when I left here the last time...but then my mental health took a pasting from some idiot guy.
And now I'm back.
In a hostel.
Living with 5 other people that I've only just met.
And so it begins...