I forgot what I didn't miss..

Two weeks since I've arrived back up north and quite frankly.. it's killing me. You don't realise what you didn't miss until you recap on the antagonising things you were glad to get away from in the first place.

As much as I love my mum she's a hypocrite. She can't stop moaning, it's like she's making up for the time I've been away and catching up. I clean up after myself and stay out of everyone's way but she still finds a minor problem and exaggerates it to an extent you just laugh and walk away which in my mum's case makes matters worse.

There's been a number of cases where she's made clear mistakes, where she can't come clean and hold her hands up and say..I'm sorry.. I'm wrong. Instead she'l put the blame on someone else (meaning me) and in the end start screaming at the peak of her voice.

Not a single penny I've asked of her or my step dad but they still consist of nagging at me. Fair enough I could have got a job for two weeks but that's it.

I've had no motivation to do anything at all. The first was top, I was overwhelmed to see my old friends and we partied a fair bit. Now that's over it's just back to old feeling of this depressing lifeless town. A constant relish of negative attitude towards meaningless things bores me.

I stay in bed until mid day at least. Get up. Eat. Play my xbox. Watch Television. Sit on facebook. Then end up at the pub at night. Wow.. if somebody was telling me that' what they had been doing within the last week I'd advise them to sort out the life and do something creative.

I can't wait to go back down south. I love the feeling of being responsible for the first time in my life. The feeling knowing your parents are at a distance and have no power of you at all.