❤️ 08th May 2017 - Journal

God I cannot take life anymore. Everything is getting too much. This house is suffocating me. It’s slowly but surely killing me. Very soon I shall pass the point of no return. Once that is reached I’ll never be happy again. 

I hate this house and everything in it. If I do have the courage to end my life, this isn’t suicide.

They murder me. Right now I’m grossly fat due to the abundance of beige food they buy. They love beige food. As long as it’s filled with sugar, fat, artificial colouring and preservatives and has no nutritional value they love it. 

I am sick to death of them cooking the pile of small I’m served daily, otherwise known as dinner. And if I do fancy indulging in their speciality, beige food, instead of chips and beans, I’ll get some overly salty chicken and a rank packet of yellow rice)

I hate yellow microwave rice.

When I fancy a salad, I’ll get 1/4 of some foul meat pie. I don’t eat the pastry so, I’ll have two pieces of meat. With beige.

That man buys nasty cheap food. When there’s nice food, M&S chicken, which would have made a lovely dinner, he cooks it, eats half for a snack and leaves the rest on the side to dry out.

Leaving mounds of cheap, past their sell buy date, pies to decompose in the fridge.

I am so trapped in this room. I can’t organise anything. It’s stressing me out