expecto patronum

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

- Mark Renton | Trainspotting

liamcarswell:

Of all the people, we could be two.

Being an only child my whole life, and never knowing what it was like when all the other kids talked about their parentS has never left me. My mum is outside now with some guy called Tony and I’m inside by ymyself even though she knows I’ve been upset today. I don’t like it.  But there is nothing I can do. I don’t want her to be in a relationship because I’m scared.  All the washing up needs doing, and I just tried to do it, but it smelt so bad I vomitted. She is irresponsible and always blames me for a dysfunctional household but I know it’s not my fault.

There is no bread, no cheese, no juice, no lettuce and no tea.

I asked her if I could have money and I would do the supermarket shopping without her. But she has no money. Fuck knows where it went.  She owes me money too…but I guess I won’t be getting that any time soon.

I’m sick of this. I’m sick of her. I love her, but I can’t live here anymore.

I’m sick of her criticizing all my decisions and the people I choose to keep as friends.

It’s times like this I wish I had another parent who actually cared about me. Closest I have is my Nan. When she dies, I don’t know what I will do.

I want to get along with my mum again :(

I want to be THE breaker of hearts.