All that shit seems to disappear when i'm with you.

The only thing I want to write about is just more moaning. But I don't care becasue this is my blog and I can write what I want.
Stupid's doing it again.
Sometimes I wish she had a Mute button, sometimes I wish she would listen to me, sometimes I wish she wouldn't go after all the fucking guys I've actualy got something with. But no. Even with the boyfriend, she still makes them want her.
The stupid thing is, is that she actually wont shut up about what shes done or said. Right in front of me. She knows I get pissed off. She knows it only too well, but she probably gets kicks out of it.
The more I realise that somethings bad with someone, the more I look at myself. I know i'm impatient, I know I'm jealous, I know I can be a bit nasty sometimes, but I don't go around meeting up with Scott by myself and staying for ages, I don't meet him after work and walk home with him. I so still reckon she shagged Matt.
I know it doesn't matter any more because he's gone and got himself a different bird now, but it still pisses me off. Maybe i'm not a good mate. I could type for hours about her, and now i'm gonna go meet her like nothings happened. That's life though I suppose. She'd probably do the same to me if she could spell.

I've fucked up on the pill, I hav't bothered taking it in ages and when I do it's like 6 hours too late. Oh well.
I've had shit loads of work this week. 12-6/12-6/9-6/12-8/day off/9-6/day off.
Next weeks not too bad though.
I've told them i'm staying on after the summer as i'll need the money. How can I live enjoyably with £30 a week..?!
Rab xx (I spelt my name wrong on purpose)