Yesterday was a bad day for me. The black cloud had me. I had the longest sleep, didn't rise until half eleven this morning. I woke to a barrage on nasty texts from my mum, telling me to fuck off and I'm a silly little cow and she understands why my grandparents refused to look at me ( this was simply because I was in a same sex relationship, that's good reason to disown your granddaughter apparently. Lol.)
Before I looked at my phone and saw all this I was about to make breakfast, even though my appetite has been non existent lately I felt like I could tolerate something; by the time I'd reached the last message my appetite once again disappeared. She's got a habit of doing this, even in the worst moments in my life she's kicked me when I'm down. Is it really a wonder I've been left with the conclusion that there's nothing but self centred cruelty left in our world.