sighs. on afternoons when my irritating father rings & forces me out of bed, and nights when he constantly wakes me up from my nighttime naps, or intrudes in my life, i really really wish i was back in 71 marchmont street. or had an apt of my own here. or even back in high holborn -.- this is how much i love my freedom and hate ppl interfering my in life.

the woes of being financially dependent. this annoyance is not being soothed by e fact tt i'm stuck at home all day (attempting) to mug. grumbles.