Ohk, the news just in, last night, i'm not entirely sure when, but Coco died. She had been sick for about a week, and the vets hadn't seen anything as far as i know, and Dad got home yesterday, and she had died....
Greg is moving in next weekend, and i want to die.
i seriously doubt now that mum is going to encourage this moving in with dad idea too. I don't know what to do, i feel quite shit, and its very frustrating.
Otheriwse, it seems everything is going haywire... this is the part i hate most about my life, everything is planned to be fine, and all nice and dandy, then it colllapses. Falls apart all around me. Presently i'm struggling to see through the dust and debris....
i wish i could run away...
if i don't write again for a while, well, i'll leave a forwarding address somewhere...
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