aftermath

it's all over.
i am a failure.
tralalalalala.
i'll give you a thousand pounds to show me how you do. it.
///stop being so LAIssez faire, we're all scared of the future...
ok. so i have no money, no credit, i'm not allowed to use the phone, and i'm not allowed any food. in fact i don't actually live in my house, i'm a mere lodger. according to my insane mother. CHeeeeerful.
i want to go to edinburgh though. very very badly. i want to demonstrate and burn the streets and sell my soul for £3.50.
peacefully of course.
farewell darlings.