Once again, I'm in a strife!
I've been told I can move into a new house that's been arranged by the police on Wednesday, or the latest on Friday. So, that's exciting for me!
Here's the problem:
I've been staying at my nan's house for the past few days, loving the quiet life.
But, recently - WHO magazine was published, and let's just say, there was something published in it which I didn't want to be printed. "Her mother suffers from Bipolar Disorder".
And with those 6 words, I was told to leave my grandmothers.
So, now; Once again, I am stuck with a massive duffel bag - Full of clothes, make-up, chargers, etc.
The same bag from the airport, which weighed 22kg's to be exact.
So, with many things to do and people to see today, I am forced to carry around this bag, drop it every 50metres for a break and try and answer calls in between. I can tell you now, It hasn't been the best day!
Mind you, on top of that, I'm trying to find somewhere to stay tonight, as now -
-My entire family has pushed me away.
-Most of my friends are interstate.
And the main factor is: Even if I am offered a place by friends, once their parents know it's me who is staying, "There isn't enough room, sorry!"
That's what I really hate, is when people judge me for what they read and from what they hear.
It's quite pathetic actually, but I can't even begin to imagine how long it would take me to explain my story to each individual, and even still there's a chance no-one will believe it.
That's the thing with first impressions and reputations, they can be tattered so easily, one split second is all it takes, one comment, one photo. But, that's life.
I realise who my true friends are.
In a sense, I feel as though I no longer have a family.
Which saddens me.
I thought blood was thicker than water?
Kim. x x