crazycrone

Managed to shuffle up to the High Street and trawl languidly around Sainsbury's. The pain is pretty negligible now, but I still feel bloody weary. And BORED and LONELY.
I'm a bit miffed that my sister couldn't be arsed to send a brief email to see if I was still alive after 'major surgery'. Things with my parents were always difficult, but my sister and I always quite liked each other...or so I believed. She just doesn't wanna know these days.  *Snert* ... What a strange family I spring from. No wonder I'm a freak o' nature.