My phone decided to break last night. I've spent the past 3 hours or so trying to fix it.
I was up till 3am last night trying to make it work. I'm currently using my sim card in my brother's old phone so I can at least have contact with the outside world since I'm usually texting 24/7 anyway. I'm trying to unlock my old phone so it'll take my current simcard. (why do Vodafone have to be so bitchy and refuse to let my lovely, unlimited texts-filled, Orange sim work in the phone?!)
I...

Ugh.
So tired.
And my head is killing.
J is coming over soon.
At least I hope he is.
He should already be here.
Where is he?

Alright, I'm going to the "special" home tomorrow. I am litteraly bawling my eyes out, How am I supposed to say goodbye to Jamie, That kid is my brother. I can't just leave him.
And I am so fucking tired of people telling me that their there for me and when I need them their no where to be found.
Its not worth it anymore.