Devious Journal Entry 
EmotionalStill no art to update with at the mo, I'll give you the long and short as to why with the copy and paste of my LJ entry in regards to why my life is so hectic at the moment. Basically, the long and short of it is that I have been kicked out, and am now flicking between two houses until I move in January. My mum isn't very nice, if you decide to read below that is.
Eitherway, I'll try and get round to commenting at least, and hunt me some inspiration and who knows,I might come up with some goods nearer to Xmas time -shrugs-
My future... well, the next few months has been planned and sorted... it is going to be. And after a chat with my boss last night, it rings home that I need to do what I have to do. Its all a psycho mental game, mind playing, physical abuse, mental abuse... is that what a parent is allowed to do in this day and age ?
I am moving.
January 15th, 2010.
I would cut a long story short, if I could. So I shall try my utmost. I came back from Mana's Tuesday night and 9 o'clock. I spoke to Paul nicely when I got in. I told mum about the glass shattering in the train window on my way back. She asked what I was doing in the 7th. I wasn't going to lie, so I told her the truth. Basically, I am going to London on the 15th January and I shall be living with Becky and then going to my Dad's until then. My mum screamed. She went insane. Her and Paul were going to put down a deposit on a house share but I said no, as I am not staying in Lincoln any longer than I have too. She carried on yelling. I started texting Mana, and recording the proof of my mum yelling and hurting me. She kept screaming, and she went to tell Paul. More screaming, I didn't say a thing, I had no chance too. It carried on and on. Becky is my mum's best friend, so, she feels betrayed. I understand that, but Becky is mature enough to be neutral, which she still is. I'm helping her by staying here when I can. So its okay. But to mum, it is not. More screaming.
She picked up the items I took to Mana's and threw them out the front door. Paul yelled as well. She grabbed me and threw me out. My brother came downstairs, devastated, crying. Mum wrestled him away from the front door. He wanted to leave with me, he didn't want to stay if I wasn't. But mum slammed the door. The neighbours watched and listened as I put my shoes on, and stopped the recording.
She came and let me back in 'cos of my brother. Paul screamed why I was here. Mum said cos of my brother. Then, she grabbed my new waistcoat and pulled it and wripped it, and then pushed me to the floor. I cracked my bad knee. I am still in pain. I crawled up, and saw mum repeatedly smash her head on the kitchen door. Milo came downstairs and saw. paul saw, and told me tog et the fuck out, I am not welcome anymore. Blood was pouring down her face.
Paul thinks I did it.
I went to Becky's and have been here since. I will be here till Saturday afternoon. I am waiting to collect my stuff. But, they arrived this morning, with a bin bag full. Paul brought it. Mum won't come near me. Understandable, I am a bad daughter and always have been. He said I can collect the rest when I give them the £220 I owe them. Which I don't. I owe them £160 of rent. The rest of that came from this weekend, which they have cancelled cos they won't let me babysit my sister. I said I would get the police involved. Bad idea. I took my bag and shut the door. Then he came back. He said that they will pack my stuff and leave it on the drive.
I rang dad next. He swears that I should not pay them the money at all. He will also get my stuff and bring it to Becky's so I can check it is all there. They won't let me sort it at the house. I need to give them the key. I will do. However, they will ruin my things. Tear them fromt he wall, rip them into bags... you know how it goes.
I want to apologise to Becky more, because she has lost a friend and is stuck in the middle. I need to apologise to dad and Emma more, because they do not need this. I need to apologise to my boss, 'cos my work isn't good anymore.
But, I am not apologising to my mum now. I am cutting all my ties with her for good.
That's what has happened in a nutshell. It is worse than you actually think.
I am moving January 15th, to London... for good. Every cloud has a silver lining, and mine is this.
...LOL. 
