Tasha is doing alright today. It’s also my birthday. This is so weird, someone who hates us is moving into the house on my birthday, and no one is free to celebrate with me bar one friend.

Today is gonna be fuckin weird. Hopefully not too shit though.

Ugh, we’re all so tired as well. Why so exhausted. Blegh.

At least whoever left our music on has decent ish taste. I think it’s vaguely celtic. Soothin, an all that shit. Fuck it, I’m takin a nap.

Last night Beth took Jenny. Flower made it out, but couldn’t stay awake, and was taken as well. Tasha went with them to make sure they stayed safe, but who the fuck knows if they even are. Jenny is eight, Flower is four. Feena is beating herself up about it, Faerie hasn’t stopped looking, and me? I feel like shredding the entire world apart if it meant finding them. They’re just fuckin kids. Apple is safe, Apple’s got protection. But nothing is helping, how the fuck am I meant to help when nothing will make a difference? Fucks sake. I’m just so fuckin pissed, and so…so done. The body is ill, we moved, and now the body is suffering from illness and stress. Great. Hoping to keep down this mornings tea. Not much solid stays down. Fuck.

Okay, so I was here just to test how this page works but I want to actually state my case – I am not a bitch, I am just pretty fuckin done with all the shit that happens. I will get in trouble if I insult the whole lot of you, but let’s just leave it as being ‘done’ with a lot of bull from a lot of people. Meanwhile, I am not allowed to stay much longer as Tasha is ill and apparently I am an intense switch. Something about anger issues I spose. Well, I’m going back to my room.