Oh the doom!

I've always felt that there was something here. Babu's agreed with me and tonight something really strange has happened.

We came in from the bedroom and there, on the back of the sofa, was a Jammy Dodger. That neither of us had put there.

It creeps me out *fears*

Hatred?

Things I hate:
*Bullies
*fuckyou_mcr (which is essentially the above)
*Moving
*Mum (for putting the boxes in front of the doors)
*Doctors (for false hope)
*Cancer
*Exes
*Stupid downstairs (for getting rid of Tom and Lily)
*Stupid uncle and cousins (for being bastards)
*Stupid Jobcentre
*Alzheimer's
*Writer's block
*This year
*Stupid bitch fights
*My dad (on principle)
*Babu being sad

I made a new playlist on Media Player for Decaydance and it seems intent on playing The Academy Is... 80% of the time.

I hate my family even more now. Their sudden desire to help is strange and off-putting. It makes me angry.