Tag: vodka

Too excited

Good evening,
I had a long long day at work but tonight Iv just been basically offered my dream fucking job. I’m too excited. I feel that this could be an amazing start of a incredible journey with learning opportunities ect that could aid my leaving this crazy house and finding my own feet. I have another long day at work tomorrow but I doubt il sleep much as I’m in such a high. I need to think a lot of my next few movements through since we are coming up Christmas ect. I must play my cards right.

Home life hasn’t been too bad for two days so that’s pretty nice. A few drinks but not my usual consumption. Hoping everyone out there is good!

Love to you all
X

Drunk

I am now drunk and putting up with my mothers shit. The pure crap that come out this womans mouth is unreal. I literally want to hang myself whilst listening to this. She hates me, i hate her. It is pure torture.. I would love nothing more than to hear i am adopted. She cant even stand within a feet of me without making me shivering in disgust. She is literally my worst nightmare, she makes me sick. Spending this time with her makes me want to kill myself. Is there anyone else out there that feels this way towards their birth mother. I cant even pretend to be normal around this soul sucking cunt. Yes cunt is a bad word but its the only way to describe this piece of shit. I am bound with this curse of having her as a parent. My dad is not quite as bad but is a suicidal non existent cunt too.
All the health professionals i have seen before tell me this is a huge contributing factor within my issues in life.. i say i just must have
i must of drew the short straw.

And just to add.. i dont want any parents at all.

Introduction

Hi, as im sure you can guess – my name is not actually Star… but we shall go with Star on here to protect my privacy.

I suppose i have created this site as an escape from my day to day life. I had a difficult traumatic childhood but as far as everyone around me is aware i overcame that and am now your average working, vodka loving mum and partner. I live in the middle of a lovely village in the UK and have plenty of friends and family around me. But sadly i still feel very much alone. I know there must be plenty of other people out there that have a story to tell.  I still struggle with alot of feelings of hate and resentment towards my child hood and i have no one to talk to.

I know i am a survivor but sometimes i dont  feel like one.

Please anyone and everyone who wants to talk.. hit me up.