The only thing bloody keeping me here is my family and yet there the thing that drives me the craziest! I have a couple of drinks and am asked are you working tomorrow, yes so? Then you can't drink anymore. Fuck you! If I want to drink I will, how many drinks do you think I have??? I wouldn't of even told you I was drinking if I could of helped it but I couldn't drive so I walked... Gah I hate you hate you. Stop bitching moaning at me... I told her to stop moaning and she got all upset. Moan moan moan. How does this make sense? I can't kill myself because I worry what will happen to those I leave behind and yet here she is making me so angry I want to cut myself up... Grrr! Hate! Am I being unreasonble? I'm an adult, If I want to make mistakes I will bloody well make them!