"None of you want me to be happy"

"None of you want me to be happy, do you!?" - Yeah...when this kind of thing comes from mom, it just tells me "I'm still dating Sean, and you all hate him, meaning I can't be happy!" It's no wonder why she's constantly asking/demanding us to move out. Wants us out of the way so Sean can move back in and she can be "happy". Delusional comes to mind. "Happy" and Sean don't belong together in a sentence. She's delusional...completely.

Hopefully on Tuesday, Richard and I will be trying to sort me out somewhere to live in Lostwithiel. That way, I can be happy. I won't have to deal with this shit anymore! No more train travel to get to The Street Outreach Project, and no more Sean!

The past couple of days haven't been all that great because of the heat. I ended up with a bit of sunburn working out in the sun. I tried to stick to the shade as much as possible, but that sadly didn't work out like I was hoping.

On Thurday, 24th May, I ended up missing my usual train home (15:58), and ended up having to take the next train home (17:14). I had a bit of a wait in Liskeard for the train back to Looe. The train arrived in Liskeard at about 17:30, and the next train to Looe wasn't until 18:01. Had to sit around waiting for about 30 minutes for it.

After getting into Looe, I bumped into my brother who was running into town. He warned me to be careful when going home because Sean was there. At that moment, I thought "Oh great...now what the fuck am I going to do?" I honestly didn't want to return home after I found that out. I hate being anywhere NEAR Sean. So instead, I walked out toward the beach to see if Ash (a border collie) was outside. He was. There was a sign by the door that read something like "I like to play catch, but I hate to be stroked." I went to stroke him. He really doesn't care. I've stroked him a whole bunch of times and have never been bitten.

I'll let you know how much he hates being stroked. After one guy walked by, he pointed out the sign and said "That sign says he doesn't like being stroked." Not too long after that, another guy came across, picked up Ash's tennis ball, and threw it to Ash. He jumped off of the wall, looked at the ball, then jumped back onto the wall to be stroked some more. Shows how much he hates it, doesn't it?

I told a friend that next time, I'll take pictures of the sign, Ash, and me petting Ash.