Fragile As We Lie.

So, meh. I'm back home. Housework, sleepless nights until like 5 am and boredness. Oh yeah, the fact that I can't live my life the way I want, the constant nagging and telling, pushing and probing. Then there's the fact I can't stand to be around my mother. I think she's evil now, she's turned into somewhat of a monster. My dad played his bad parent part in my early years, but I can see that she's been the downfall lately. It sucks much, and I may have to go back to Nottingham for as long as I can stay and then ask my dad to help finance another means of accomodation. :/

He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for
a doorway
back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench.