I KEEP MINE HIDDEN.

I Write This Lying In My Bed At What I Can No Longer Accept To Call My Home.
Someone With Far More Knowledge And Experience Than I Once Said That In The 21st Century Friends Will Replace Family.
Home Is My Dirty Little Room In Bournemouth With A Lock On The Door And The TV Eye On The Wall.

I Am Currently Determining The Best Way To Get Out Of Going To France.
Don't Get Me Wrong, I've Always Liked France In The Past, But I Don't Like Being In The Middle Of Nowhere In Any Country, And Especially Not With My Family.
Every Boxing Day For As Long As I Can Remember I Have Gone To My Grandparents' For A Familywide Ordeal. I Think One Of The First Jokes I Ever Made Was That The Day Was Called Boxing Day Cos Of All The Fights That Occurred. In Fact One Of The Very First Posts On This Blog Was About How Ridiculous And Awful The Boxing Day Of 07 Was. So Now I Have To Spend Four Days In A Rundown House With Them Instead Of Being Warm And Happy With My Lovely Gurlfriend Taking Trips To London And Stuff.






Fuck It, I'm Going To Fake AIDs.