xgoatboyx

Thursday: The heat rash is definitely on the way out, I'm finding less and less blotches everyday and I was even able to work out in my room these past two days. Left for the Tap after seven, found myself moving from place to place for an hour and a half not really knowing what to do with myself, anxious for the bands to start....
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Friday: Went to the doctor the day before with really bad heat rash, gave me some tablets for it that are meant to take the edge of the itching (they basically make you feel more tired so you don't notice the itching as much). Woke up with the palms of my hands really badly itching, which then spread out over the rest of my body,...
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Friday: Got to Tap before half eight, couldn't find anyone but it wasn't that bad, seeing as most people were outside to smoke I could find a quiet contemplative corner. At one point I was in the pool room and some guy asked why I was on my own "don't you have any mates here?" "not yet" "do you work here?" which is the second...
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Thursday: Got up early to wish Dad a Happy Birthday and go to the volunteer's bureau to be told they've finally got all my references and they will start taking me to prospective places for me to work. Found out the interview I was supposed to have tomorrow was cancelled because the woman was a bitch who didn't think I was flexible to the location....
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Thursday: Managed to get my interview on Friday put back to Tuesday, I doubt I'd be able to get there myself without a lift at ten in the morning. Got a train from Rochester, found a carriage with hardly anyone in it and some transport police came in to inspect for gang graffiti. Got to Victoria, went straight to a coffee place and got myself...
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Thursday: Came home and found Dad back from the hospital with a big red scar curved up his head and a plaster to cover what I guess is either a missing (or at least partially missing) nostril.

Friday: I'm finding it very hard to look at the top of Dads head without getting freaked the fuck out. Got caught in the rain while I was...
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Friday: Dad has cropped his hair off in preparation for next week operation. Went to the Tap a bit later than usual as I was sick of waiting ages for anyone to turn up. After half an hour Chris sent me a text saying he was at the Post Office, I went down, met him, Ollie and some of his mates came down, went out...
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Thursday: The night before Dad chose to tell me he may not be able to pick me up when I came home because he could be in hospital as he just found out he has skin cancer, it felt like it was a dream and I couldn't believe he actually just said that, I faintly said "fuck!" and he said he wasn't going to die,...
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Friday: Spent an hour by myself in the Tap wishing my social life didn't have to revolve around the fucking pub and thinking maybe if I moved to London and actually had a wealth of choices of clubs and pubs it wouldn't be so fucking depressing. Was about to leave when I found Chris and Zak which stopped my night from being completely shit. Just...
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