Step by step.

1. I return to the rainy, gloomy land of Brussels tomorrow evening where I will have to confront my dad – NOT looking forward to that. 

2. I will work my socks off to prepare myself to kick-start back at school (which started 2 weeks ago now).

3. I don’t know where I will sleep. As a protest towards my wonderful daddy, I refuse to stay at “home” but that doesn’t feel “safe” 

4. On top of all, there will be a pile of crap to do, to catch up with what I’ve missed. 

Whoop-de-fucking-doo!

 

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