Fecking internet, bastard bloody phone! I have no fucking internet because of my mothers bastard phone fucking up. I now have to purchase cables, ADSL filter and a new piece for my internet to work again *kills mother* So I will only be on and off until my net is fixed...

I am sorry but I need to vent somewhere at how shite and pissed off I am this week, as literally everything has gone to the dogs and it is beginning to really cheese me off.

First thing that went wrong this week. I went to work on Tuesday, am currently putting in over time because they are short staffed and the fact ASDA (American owned Supermarket aka Wal-Mart owned) trashed our fucking theatre which is huge! Takes 3-4 days to scrub down properly. Went to clean the male toilets and they were just foul, found vomit in the urinal and blood in one of them, it made me sick that adults did this and never cleaned it up *sighs* well on the way back from the cleaning cupboard on the far side of the theatre which is a several flights of stairs away from the toilets, I managed to fall down the final flight with a scaulding hot bucket of water full of a really strong cleaning agent. From that fall I managed to break a rib, break two fingers on my right hand and scaud my entire left hand side from where the water came on me. This my friend is damned painful and lucky enough I had my panic alarm on me and help came soon. I spent the rest of the day in hospital, had 2 sets of xrays and was treated appropriately. As soon as I get home, I get a phone call from work, "Oh Kelly can you still come into work tomorrow?" For fucks sake no I can't! They're lucky I even came in God damnit!

Next thing that has pissed me off this week is the fact a certain someone is causing so much shit it is unbelievable! They have only been back for a couple weeks and have already been threatened to be booted from the site *sighs* You know who you are and as I have told you, you need to start behaving and stop acting so abrupt towards people, yeah they dislike you because of previous actions, now you are just giving them more reason to hate you, I am sad to say.

Third thing that is starting to piss me off is the amount of people stalking me, it is stupid! Get a life and haunt someone else damnit...

At this point in time I just feel like giving up, no point continuing the voluntry work I do here, no point in doing anything, so literally bugger it, I am tired and have just woken up, so am going to go to Torquay for some retail therapy...that should cheer me up a little and hopefully the tingling sensation down my left had side will go to *sighs and dies*

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I have never felt so low or down before that a sad song that I listen to, could actually mean a lot to me...it is from the Disney Motion Picture, Peter Pan: Return to Neverland.

I'll Try - Jonatha Brookes

I am not a child now.
I can take care of myself.
I mustn't let them down now.
I mustn't let them see me cry.
I'm fine I'm fine.

I'm to tired to listen.
I'm to old to believe.
All these childish stories.
There is no such thing as faith & trust & pixie dust.

I try but its so hard to believe.
I try but I can't see where you see.
I try I try I try.

My whole world is changing.
I don't know where to turn.
I can't leave you waiting.
But I can't stay and watch the city burn.
Ohh watch it burn.

Cause I try but it's so hard to believe.
I try but I can't see where you see.
I try I try.

I try to understand the distance between.
The love I feel the things I fear and every single dream.

I can finally see it.
Now I have to believe all those precious stories.
All the world is made of faith & trust & pixie dust.

So I'll try cause I finally believe.
I'll try cause I can see what you see.
So I'll try I'll try to fly.

Well, I am off to go and try and cheer myself up...got work all day Tuesday to Friday, so I suppose that is something to look forward to *shrugs* Oh well, must continue on with this bitch of a thing called life...

For fucks sakes people get this into your thick heads, Devon, Devonshire and Devonia are all the same place! All very real! So stop saying Devonshire and Devonia are not real, THEY ALL MEAN DEVON!! So before you butt in saying that I am wrong check fucking maps online check histories and all that shit and then come back moaning but until then I will not tolerate people messaging me saying that Devonshire and Devonia aren't real, for the love of God, I live in Devonshire! Which is also known as Devon and Devonia *grumbles*

Okay this is getting out of hand now, this weirdo keeps following me around...

I went into my local Costa coffee cafe yesterday as it was pissing it down with rain and my Chemistry and Psychology lesson was cancelled so I decided to go there for the afternoon as I had nothing better to do other than go to the library and be bored witless and have a load of secondary school children screaming and balling all around me. So anyway as I was saying, I was in costa brought a medium sized hot chocolate and went and sat down, finished off a couple of story plots for The Sharman saga that I am currently writing and began writing another plot from an idea I got during one of my previous psychology lessons talking about schitzophrenia and dreams, so I started writing the plot and this random guy came and asked if he could sit with me, of course me being polite said yes and he sat down but when I looked around the place was practically empty and I noticed he was eyeing my folder with all my Sharman details in, So I asked if he wanted to read what was in the folder he said yes and asked me if I was currently writing up the actual story as he read through the plot and character profiles I had written up (over 300 characters in all), I said yes and he asked to read the plot I was writing and I let him and then he said to me, "How much do you want for this plot and anything else you write for it?" I was shell shocked and said pardon, "I will buy the lot off of you for £1000" he said to me, I said "No way buster this is my plot and anything that goes with it is also mine and if you can't afford the price I would want for it" then he turned around and asked me for an address so that he could contact me as he would like me to write a plot and character profiles and make a complete story profile for him like my Sharman one, so I gave him my college address (not the brightest idea but better than giving my home address) and he left.

Today I went in and he turned up again and I was running late for a lesson and needed a cold drink so I went to get a frescato, he saw me and called me over, I said I am running late and can't talk and ran up to college as quick as I could and went to my lessons, after my last lesson he was waiting for me outside of my classroom and said that he needed to talk to me about me writing the story profile for him, I was like what the f*** I gotta work and ran got my keys and hid in the newsroom...

I think this guy is a bloody stalker or even a murderer 0.o