Boot full of me

Dash lights on, old, sweet perfume to refreshen my new den.

My new den, meaning my car. A back seat and boot full of suitcases and bags. Half of my belongings. The rest at mother's and Lynda's. So, here I am, In my front of the car, blogging.

My heart is swollen. Mother is leaving me again.

She kicked me out of the house.

I'm in year 12, trying with every last efforts that I have to finish a school that I can't stand being in the presence of. I am working my entirety on achieving at my highest elite. I am capable of doing great - so I had thought..

I live in my fucking car! I don't have enough money to find my own place yet.

Why does life have to do these horrible things to people?

My heart yearns for the happiness I discovered a few weeks ago. This sensation is far from inspirational and I sense a dark will for the next few months to come.

After she left for a man once before, she is doing it, yet again. My poor, little sister. Oh, Heidi. I wish I could do more for her and I apologies for being so cruel and unnatural to my mother in her presence.

I haven't felt this abandoned and unwanted since she left me the first time.

Bloggers, this is a huge reminded to yourselves to ensure you lock in the fact that some people never change.