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[hathycol]

Last night I had a dream about going back to St Andrews. Tried to drive, gave up, and then cycled there. As you do. In the dream, I even managed to pull a sickie for work and find somewhere to live before my landlady let me back in on September 13th.

It's like I'm fed up with being here or something.

Seeing friends and stuff, ace. But all the other traditional benefits of the returning prodigal daughter - washing done, no cleaning, food provided - sort of doesn't happen, as I do my own cleaning and cooking, as well as pretty much everyone elses. Plus, you know, CAR POTENTIALLY GO 'SPLODE so I can't even get out much and am spending an abhorrent amount just getting to and from work.

And let's not talk about work, because even though I don't have that many shifts left, I can't really bear the thought of the shifts I do have to do. NIGHT SHIFT ARGH.

And I'm sat in the dining room, as I don't want to go into the living room and watch TV with my sister who is resolutely not showering very much whilst working in a chip shop and therefor stnks, but I keep on getting thrown out so people can smoke. This... seems unfair. But not, as, well, I suppose I'm technically a house guest?

Man, I am fed up of this halfway status. I really hope I find employment sharply after uni.

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[sevenhelz.livejournal.com]

I hate to say this but... do your family recognise the fact that you are, in fact, family? It all sounds very odd. And very unpleasant. I should muchly love to come see you but sadly I'm a little far away. Hope things get better.
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