Lol no im not a druggie. What I mean is they had to kick up some bollocks about having to shred all my bank crap incase the Bogey Man from Salford just happens to come up our way and rummages through the Bin.
It ticked me off and its the last straw, all I ask is for some damn privacy and space to myself and I dont even get that. Im called a lazy bastard when my arsehole of a dad (believe me he is a c.nt) knows full well theres no jobs round here, and just wants a excuse to have a dig at me for his own satisfaction.
I cant do anything without the "whys, where, who's or whens", I mean for fuck sakes my younger brother is getting married and expecting a kid and they never gave him any of this crap.
I just want to get out this house, turn around with both fingers up in the air and never return.