19/10/01, 08:17
I don’t know what to do. Everytime something good has happened recently it’s been a prelude to something bad. Like me making it across Bristol to pick up the petrol tank and then back to the garage in less than an hour – during rush hour…..was a prelude to discovering that my car was f*cked. Or my bike actually working on the day of my bike test – prelude to failing it – like every other test.
My dad getting a date for his operation that quickly – then finding out that it was inoperable.
I just can’t cope anymore – it’s just too much for me.
We’re meant to be having a party tomorrow night but I might just disappear – I don’t want to drag every one down to my level.
Another question arises. How do I get to my op? I don’t want my mum leaving my dad although she’s determined to come and see me…. But atm I’ve got no transport down there…
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Kate E