I whisper "i'm gonna be okay" "everything's gonna be alright" over and over again, as if saying it out loud is enough to make it come true. yet as i lay my head down on the pillow, tears fall instantly.
i'm in one of the most 'exciting' cities in the world, so why do i feel so alone? after a huge fight with my sister tonight, i realized that i had absolutely no one to call. not a single friend in the city i could run to or cry over the phone to or demand to come over bearing ice cream, alcohol and/or other suitably sinful treats.
plus while i'm here crying my eyes out, the neighbours who have been partying and blasting their music through my bedroom walls since i got home are STILL partying/blasting their music and yelling in the corridors at 5:25 fucking am. i have half a mind to tell them to fuck off.
oh wait, i just did (super nicely of course) and one of them replied 'konichiwa". what the fuck?
so sick of overrated expensive polluted london. so sick of being friendless and alone in the city (hah. they should turn that into a reality tv show). so sick of being unemployed. so sick of living in this flat with a shitty flatmate. good sister? yeah... maybe. good flatmate? hell no.
sick of selfish, self-obsessed, uncompromising people, people who can't say 'sorry', worse still, people who refuse to say 'sorry' and admit when they're wrong, obstinate mean bully! - that's what my mother would say, and for once in my life, you know what? i'd actually agree.
sick of it all. fuck off london.
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