Rage first.
I hate, absolutely fucking hate the attitude of me little brother. He is a rude, unpleasant, aggressive little Chav. He swears at everyone, does what he likes and yet gets no comeuppance, because Mart makes himself ill and Mum just doesn't seem to care. He attacked me and was rather homophobic at Christmas. Yet I got blamed for being queer, typical yeah?
So since I found out I am moving, things have ground to a halt. I am not sure why maybe it is the fact that I don't think that anything is worth bothering with or getting involved with, because I will be moving sometime. I guess the premove blues.
Meh
Can't even blog right at the moment.
