Different country, different problems.
Over in the UK, my life is carefree but it can get lonely. Over here, I'm surrounded by family but there are times when I feel like pulling the roots of my hair out and manufacturing a plane with the cuticles so I can fly home.
My mum told me specifically to get my birthday cakes from this particular bakery. I just assumed that price-wise, she was going to be okay with it. How the fuck am I supposed to know the standard rate of the price of cake?! As if I keep up with the fluctuating prices of baked goods. YEAH, I'M SURE EVERYONE DOES THAT, RIGHT.
It cost $42 per kilo of cake. Apparently, the standard price is $35. OH WOW. I'M SOOO SORRY I didn't know that I was overpaying by a few dollars. And my brother decided to chip in with a helpful 'so if it cost $2000 you would pay for it?' WOW. YEAH, I AM *THAT* STUPID.
It's times like this I don't mind packing everything here and moving permanently to the UK. Sure, I'll miss my family once in a while but we will have better relations if I am very, very far away from them.
Fuck this, man. I don't need this shit. I don't know why my mother is paying over a thousand dollars for me to come home so she can yell at me.
This is a girl. This is her blog. That's pretty much the gist of where you are now on the internet.
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