My dad sounds like a woman wearing high heels on our kitchen floor

Soooo anyways. I have Tumblr nah http://pastcaring.tumblr.com/
There you go. Enjoy? Pffft
Anyhow, i am going to finish my second essay for Rodders which has caused me to consider suicide SEVERAL times. I'm beginning to et obsessed/paranoid about my weight again ... oh the joy!
Not sure what to right, learnt lots about my self and other's of late. Off to uni soon... bricking it. Father is depressing me about it saying there's no future for anyone job-wise, that i need to socialise, i'm going to have no money, it's going to be hard, i'm going to struggle ... but i'll have fun and they'll be the best years of my life

WHAT THE FUCK DAD SRS?!

Mum's just like ohhh you can do it, but amkes friends.
I want to know where they have gotten this mental idea that i have no friends or i can't make friends from.
Either way when i go i'm not ringing them within the first few months deffo, fucking dragging me darn or being all confusing and what not.

I FEEL LIKE GOING HOME LOCKING MY DOOR AND PLAYING FIFA.

HA!