this is the first time in a long time i've been in legitimate bawling tears two days on the run

mum's boyfriend was making smokes for them. i asked for one. he said no. i thought, okay, rude, but shrugged and went on with my life

only for him to follow me around the house (literally opening the window from the garden to get to me when mum wouldn't let him pass her in the kitchen) to scream in my face about

how i'm a selfish scrounging bitch

part of it i think was that i still owed him a fiver from this pouch of tobacco he gave me a while back that honestly i'd forgotten about

except that i have no money to give him right now. none.

so fuck him, he can have his tobacco back, it was totally unsmokable anyway - as evidenced by how i still had the pouch 95% full weeks later

i literally had to go lock myself in my room to get away from the psycho and until he left just now genuinely felt unsafe to leave it

this is my fucking house

Seriously I am going to be there in a month - I will come to your house and kick his ass.

wren

I will man.

I got your back.