I was expecting it to be great.
For weeks I've been sick of Preston and wanting to go home, to have my own bed, a big house, a garden, my dog - to have more room.
And I've been counting down the days.
And I was so glad to go home.
Now I'm home.
It was great when I got here
- my dog, lots of room, nice food, fresh air
Then I went to the school's 50th, and that sucked.
Back at home, with my mum - I should have known it would suck.
We still don't get along and she is still the same old angry narrow-minded short-tempered woman as always.
I can't bloody stand her
This holiday SUCKS
and I now cannot wait to go back to Preston
to be with my friends, to go out clubbing, but I know that as soon I get back, I'll wish I were home.
this really really REALLY fucking sucks