I think I might just have a nervous breakdown.

     I am supposed to be happy and relaxing, especially after having such a great time at my College Leavers prom in London last night. I would write about it now but I am just NOT in a good enough mood.

     Towards the end of the cab journey home I searched around for my share of the fare, but found that a £20 note had just vanished from my pockets, I couldn't find it anywhere, so my friend was kind enough to withdraw some extra money from a cash point to cover me, so i'll pay him back as soon as, but i'm just really pissed that twenty fucking quid has gone missing. My mum gave me such a hard time about it this morning and still is.

     Since I didn't get back untill around 4am, I slept in for a while today. The first thing I woke up to was my sister creeping in trying to borrow my phone for a quick call, so to make her fuck off I let her make a 30 second call to find out where her mate was. Only trouble is, my dad must have heard her use it, cos he came down and was all "can I borrow your phone for a second?" then he must have checked the dialled calls log and found that she'd used it, so he had a go at me, and I don't know if I'm gonna get it back or not.

     So what the fuck am I supposed to do if one of the employers to whom I have given my CV try and ring me to arrange an interview? They always ring your mobile number first and they get enough applicants that they never bother to try and chase someone up on their home number, just phone the next person instead.

     And more importantly (as far as i'm concerned anyway) What if my girlfriend rings me or texts me? I'm gonna have to fucking wait to speak to her online and explain why I haven't called or texted back.

     It also means I can't really arrange to see her again if I can't call her.

ARGH! what the fuck is wrong with my parents! They won't cut me any slack, and now all my exams are done they shouldn't have anything to worry about. I've cleaned the kitchen everyday this week, washing up all the dirty plates and crap that everyone else leaves out, crumbs and sauce and dirty cutlery and fuck knows what gets left in the pots and pans. Have I had any praise for it? Sure I got money and allowed to go out last night which was quite expensive, and it's more than fair, but they could at least be fucking nice, but they still complain that I do nothing around the house.

I'm the only one in the house who knows how to make the dishwasher work properly!

     My dad is never in a good mood with me, just because of my fucking sister, if he hates her so much he shouldn't take it out on me, just because I know how to handle her so I can be civil and relaxed around her without fearing one of her insane temper tantrums.

     Argh fuck this, there's too many things making me angry