Woke up today at Dad's house by the noise of the dog howling which is totally rare. So I went downstairs to find my living room especially crowded as The Wrinklies were over. (Thats the grandparents on my dads for people who are unaware of this cute petname)
So we had some delightful chatter and a rather depressing realisation that (BBEEPPP). Then dada went off to some diving shop and C was off to work so it was me and the Sis in the house.
Sissy wanted to go get C some flowers as a thankyou for trying to find work so we nipped to the shops and got some pasties and mints. It was nice to be out but I had a premonition of a killer headache so I wrapped myself up in movies for about 5 hours. By then I had a fully fledged OWMYFOOKINGHEADache. So I downed some paracetamol (Which did nothing) and lots of water, thinking it was probably down to being dehydrated.
It was so within two glasses of water and a walk around the block (which I love and really should do more often) I was fine again.
Apart from being depressed.
See last time I was here at dads I had Him sleep over but the huge calamity lead to C thinking we were 'up to things' when we totally weren't and I felt completely betrayed because I thought she had trust and understood me. She also blamed us for her not getting any sleep even though she went to bed at like 1 when we went at 11 and I only got up once because I had a nightmare.
So anyways I'm bummedout because I know now that even after two years of maturing and totally respecting every stupid rule to do with boys they threw at me AND completely getting a new boyfriend - they have NO trust in me and my word at all.
Also Him is in Germany and I'm pining, walking around the house looking glum because there is no-one to surprise piggy-back on and kiss my elbows when I smack against the doorframe. Two very important roles for a boyfriend of course....
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