08.10.02 | 1:31 pm
unfinished
Okay so maybe I do have time. The next bus to Wembley isn't until 2:15 so I'm gonna leave here in about 15 minutes.
So... things have been so flat out lately I've hardly had time to step back, take a breath and think. There's a lot of things I have to say to my parents. And even now, it's hard to concentrate, hard to break that fast pace I've become used to. Rushed. Over worked. Stressed. When we were wheeling the trolley out of Phoenix yesterday, full of cleaning shit and food and a pillow, I felt old. Like a woman in her middle thirties with three kids. Tired. Exhausted. Stressed. Drained. Old. I thought, fuck I shouldn't be worrying about how much food I have, bills to pay, I shouldn't be this tired at this age. I'm only 17, what's happening to me.
I've got to go. I'll finish this later.