Mamma Mia was an absolute nightmare.
We were in Brighton for EIGHT hours, and personally i think i deserve a round of applause, because that was no mean feat.I felt sick the whole day, and was not up to the job of shopping for with my Nan.
I vaguely remember telling her not to buy something, because it was hideous, and then her getting in a sulk about it. And i'm not being disrespectful because mental age wise, she is about 13.
But anyway moving on
Yesterday i finished a piece of artwork that I've been working on for a while
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Today I've gotta go meet my drug addict Ex.
And i don't mean he smokes the waccy baccy, I mean hes pretty bad.
He rang me yesterday, after a couple of months of no contact.
"Chicago, come meet me. I need to talk to someone. everythings fked up, people are after me cos i owe them money, i'm homeless e.tc"
" Wait what? How come your homeless again?"
" Oh its to do with the drugs...."
"Oh my god, Ex, look at the mess your in. You absolute idiot" Ex just laughed, but in a serious kinda way.
" I know its all a bit fked up"
" Yeah really? God i really wanna slap you right now.Hard."
" Well you can slap me tomorrow, when you come meet me?"
" Alright, but i'll only meet you if your clean. I'll ring you tomorrow."
I put the phone down, and sank onto my bed in utter disbelief that i would be going through this again, and it occured to me.
You cant help people who don't want to be helped.
