Ever since I stepped foot off that plane I've felt like I could scream and swear at everyone. The minute we touched down in England it was back to the same old crap. Not even been back in England 24 hours to be off to Birmingham with my mum to visit my grandad who is becoming very distressed. My mum is struggling this week and I've noticed an awful change in my dad :( he's getting really sick and tired of all this crap but he knows damn well it's gona get a whole lot worst and there's nothing we can do to stop it. Visiting my grandad like this is so upsetting and seeing what my nan has to deal with on a daily basis is just horrendous. It's exhausting for my mum to be travelling 100 miles down the motorway to visit them. My friends gran's been told that they're stopping her treatment and if she wants to continue she has to go private. Which is something I didn't really want to hear. Even in Rome, something still managed to ruin it. Managed to get my purse stolen. So I've got a load of pointless crap to sort out on top if this, like banking and replacement of ID. Being told its all gona be okay.. IS IT? Really? Want to scream
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