Hmmm…. Decisions decisions. >.<

Got up this morning, and went up to Swansea to clear out my house. Arrived there, went inside and my mum started talking to my nextdoor neighbour, and he was like “Oh… We didn’t think you were coming back, hope you don’t mind but my mate’s put his pony in your garden” and my mum didn’t believe him, and was like “Ha so you’re telling me there’s a pony in the garden?” and he said yeah, so she told me to go check if there was a pony in my garden, and I shit you not, I opened the door and there’s a friggin’ shetland pony chillin’ in my garden, suuuch a spin out. >.< Lovely little thing though, really wanted to steal her. 
Then we had to go up to Sketty to drop stuff off at my friends, cause she was having stuff I didn’t need for the house and we couldn’t fit all my stuff and that stuff in the car, that was a mission and a half. 
Then we went back again to the house, picked up the rest of my stuff, came home, unloaded it all, picked up my brother, took him to school and went shopping.
I actually haven’t stopped today. >.< 

l-u-ke:

Im Luke, my girlfriend Kate was just diagnosed with cancer and lost all her hair. So for her, I shaved my head as well.

I love this girl, please keep her in your prayers <3

Please reblog to show her that people out there care.

Awhh they’re so cute. >.< 

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I would rather live in that dump in Swansea, than have to live with someone treating me, and talking to me, like shit. 
 

Words cannot describe how much I detest that wank stain I’m supposed to call a brother right now. 
I’d actually love nothing more than to whack him over the head with a baseball bat.
Stupid little wanker.  

I think I’m actually just going to tell my brother not to talk to me any more. 
Childish? Yeah, it might be, but I’m sick of being spoken to like shit.
The more he talks to me, the more I want to stick a knife through him, so I think I’ll take the childish option.
I wish I’d never moved back here. 

They just let my brother talk to me like I’m a piece of shit. 
I wish I’d never given up my tenancy now.
I wish I was living in Swansea.
Cause at least I wouldn’t have to put up with that shit for brains little cunt.
 

I am so sick of my little brother. 
He left a mess all over the kitchen, after I had actually cleaned earlier, and then blamed me, saying I obviously did a shit job of cleaning up cause it was already there when he got there. I know damn well that it wasn’t. 
I’m sick of this. This is why I didn’t want to move home in the first place, and now I’m stuck here, with him behaving like a spoilt brat. It’s not fair.  

“Quick reply like usual”
Well I’m sorry you’re not my fucking priority.
I was busy.
Twat.  

“Hey grump” is not a good way to start a conversation with a girl, let alone me.
And especially not a girl you’ve been trying to get on.
I particularly want to talk to you anyway, you just make it easier for me to close the conversation and pretend you don’t exist. 
Fucking dickhead.  

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