Normally I don't use this blog to vent as to not spread negativity but today I need to so here goes.....
I have been so depressed since I got back from London, people look at me as if I am mad when I say this but I feel like I arrived home for the first time when I landed in London, and now I feel incredibly home sick.
I miss it so so much, I just don't want to be here anymore.
There is so much shit going on here, a good friend of mine's mom just got killed over the weekend by her lunatic boyfriend. He murdered her with an axe. He is in a holding cell awaiting trial (bail was denied) so my poor poor friend is on his way home from London (he lives there) for the funeral.
Over the weekend Lynx's car was stolen from outside my house-- what a disaster.
Things are out of control here.
I hate feeling like this.
My man's dad was born in Portugal so we are getting all the paper work together to get his visa/passport. It has been a challenge as his father passed away many years ago and has no family for us to contact for information.
The other day I heard that Portuguese embassy is pulling out of Africa soon so I don't even know if we will succeed in that either (sad state of Africa)
I can apply for ancestral British visa but won't be easy either.
I can't watch the crime and investigation channel before I sleep anymore. I have had the most haunting dreams and can't sleep properly.
And on top of all that, My fucking set is STILL not live-- I am starting to think it will never happen. I get so so mad every time I log on and see UNQUEUED under my picture.
Ok thats enough of a vent for now, I could go on but I won't.
Thanks for listening (reading)
P.S.... I had to add this in now. On my search for my man's fathers identity documents I found out that his name is spelled DIAS not DIAZ so I misspelled his name in my attempt to 'ode to my man's papa' on SG MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!
I have been so depressed since I got back from London, people look at me as if I am mad when I say this but I feel like I arrived home for the first time when I landed in London, and now I feel incredibly home sick.
I miss it so so much, I just don't want to be here anymore.
There is so much shit going on here, a good friend of mine's mom just got killed over the weekend by her lunatic boyfriend. He murdered her with an axe. He is in a holding cell awaiting trial (bail was denied) so my poor poor friend is on his way home from London (he lives there) for the funeral.
Over the weekend Lynx's car was stolen from outside my house-- what a disaster.
Things are out of control here.
I hate feeling like this.
My man's dad was born in Portugal so we are getting all the paper work together to get his visa/passport. It has been a challenge as his father passed away many years ago and has no family for us to contact for information.
The other day I heard that Portuguese embassy is pulling out of Africa soon so I don't even know if we will succeed in that either (sad state of Africa)
I can apply for ancestral British visa but won't be easy either.
I can't watch the crime and investigation channel before I sleep anymore. I have had the most haunting dreams and can't sleep properly.
And on top of all that, My fucking set is STILL not live-- I am starting to think it will never happen. I get so so mad every time I log on and see UNQUEUED under my picture.
Ok thats enough of a vent for now, I could go on but I won't.
Thanks for listening (reading)
P.S.... I had to add this in now. On my search for my man's fathers identity documents I found out that his name is spelled DIAS not DIAZ so I misspelled his name in my attempt to 'ode to my man's papa' on SG MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!
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That's a lot of bullshit
i talked to soo many people when i was wasted who knows