Hey guys, I know you love it when I blog here

So I thought I'd tell you where I am in my life.

For one, I think I've been thrown out of university. Long story but it's a whole admin fuckup from last year that I thought was sorted and now apparently isn't. Not knowing whether I'm meant to be there a lot has made it really hard to get motivated to actually do the work, and all my assignments are late.
Due to the rise in fees, this was probably my last chance to actually get a uni education, so once again I have fucked up my life.

No sign of any woman on the horizon who wants to be with an alcoholic, unemployed thirty year old broke loser, so that's another great thing. I'll probably have to leave my flat in the next month or so too and I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do. I don't want to leave this city, but it looks like I'm going to have to and move back in with my parents until I get some shit job, which will be impossible in this economy.
I can't move back with my parents. I'm thirty fucking years old. Plus, we can only tolerate each other in small doses, we'd kill each other. I left home when I was sixteen for that reason.
Normally some of you guys hate it when I've ever talked about good things happening in my life, so I thought you'd feel pleased to know that it's all going to shit.

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I haven't worked in about eight years myself, and it was shit telesales jobs, although I was very good at them.

You are never too old to live with your parents.

No, just no.
I've moved back in before for like a week or two a couple of times for various reasons (crazy ex boyfriends of girls I was with after me).
I can't live with them. We argue.
My Father drinks as much as I do, and has a temper. My mum doesn't drink, but also has a temper.
Granted, they've chilled a little with age, but bear in mind we also don't spend more than a couple of days around each other. Me and my Father have still nearly come to blows a few times over the years. It's an impossibility.

Compounding this is the sense of shame that I've failed them, which I feel terrible about, and I also know they are going to ride me ragged about. Every fucking day, if I'm with them. Fuck that.

Plus, my chances of finding a lover may be low at the minute, but they will be absolute fucking zero if I'm thirty and live with my folks.

I never should have left my council house back in the home town. I'll never get another one.