And this was Only One Afternoon of the Week.

It all started
When I couldn't find
My phone charger.

This loss succeeds
the loss
of my fucking camera charger.

So I look
And look
And look.

Finally I find it.
And my camera charger.
Together.

I go off
At everyone
For moving my stuff.

For fuck's sake,
It's no wonder I can't
Find anything,

If fucking people
Keep touching it
And moving it around!

So I yell at mum,
She lectures back,
And brings up my driving.

I'm fucking sick
Of her holding that
Over my head.

Then she brings in dad.
She says he never takes me.
I remind her of the obvious.

He's never fucking around.
I don't live with him, and
he always has to go out when I visit.

It uspets me.
It makes my eyes well with tears.
I get angry and make to escape.

I cry in my room.
I want to punch something.
But I try to do the right thing.

I ring up my counsellor.
I've been emailing her.
But her shift just finished.

I hang up.
I missed her. Again.
I feel so alone.

Cause now I have no one.
Everyone to talk to,
The whole one, is unavailable.

Mum comes in.
I hide, but she finds me. She says
She doesn't like seeing me upset.

Yeah, that so makes me
Feel better.
She says its not my fault.

My eyes are red.
My nose is stuffed.
And I'm so not okay.

Love from, Me.
xx