so now what?
[29 August, 2004 typed at 8:08 p.m.]

and im fuckin' beat, working at the old (soon to be living quaters again) house

digging holes ALL fucking day

and no time to talk to you which is now often the case

a lovely day starting off with mum yelling at me for changing the radio station in the car

(great start)

and the rest of the day spent earning blisters, cuts and swearing my guts out

(all worth it for seven holes though...NOT!!!)

i dunno what to do anymore

im sick of bitching here, im sick of not bitching here, i wanna fuck off and live my life out in canada where im fucking supposed to live it

hard?

yes! it fucking is hard

mum stop trying to convince me to stay until december it's not gonna happen

so now what?

im at the end of my teather

away + towards