A Constrainedly Angry Post
I am milimetres away from writing an angry, and most inarticulate, hate post about living at home. Honestly, not long ago I used to really look forward to coming home for the holidays, but now home life: The country, meal times, crappy showers, crappy internet, relatives, is just irratating me to the point of spasmodic pen crushing.
And Mum, for the love of all things holy, please stop trying to feed me up!
And Mum, for the love of all things holy, please stop trying to feed me up!
