My titles are so fucking original! Also I've gotta go to therapy tomorrow. I really dont wanna go. Like really. I really dont wanna fucking go.
*Christian's pov*
Its been about 4 month since I started working. I haven't been questioned about staying out so late. No one cares anyways, which actually makes this a lot easier. I'm finally ready to leave. I've just gotta hope I have enough money for a train ticket and a flat. I leave the next day for school with all my things packed. I'm not gonna go to school though. I head off to the train station instead. I pay for a train ticket to London (tbh this is where all of my stories take place) and hope I'll still have enough money for a flat. I know I'm gonna have to get another job too. I quit my job last night so I dont have to worry about that. Its been 5 hours and my train finally gets to London. I pick up my backpack and get off with a few other passengers. First I look fir a flat. Luckily I find one that I can get. Then I have to look for a job. I got a job at an ice cream shop that pays $10 an hour. I work from 3-4 so its okay. I work Monday Thursday and Sunday. I'm glad I found a job though. I don't know what I would have done. I head back to my flat which has a bed and a couch. I'm glad it has a bed. I need bedding though. I decided to go buy some bedding and luckily I found some that wasn't too expensive. Its now getting late and I'm tired so I make my bed and lay down. Maybe I'll find a friend here. I think as I fall asleep.
My dad is really mean and I dont like him. (If you wanna know more I'll tell you.) Anyways it's getting late and I've got therapy tomorrow. Good night. (Or good morning. It depends where you live cx) it's 10:33 pm btw
