In which Things get Worst

They didn't manage to ruin Halloween, but they did manage to ruin another goth holiday.

On the 12th I voted, then went to a concent by myself. My sibling was meant to come but had was ill. Thinks she had food poisoning, but maybe the drink was too much for her at the Baby's Brother Birthday, which was a thing on its own. Starters took an hour, they forgot my dinner, steaks came out cooked wrong, wrong drinks that took forever.

The concert was good, I saw Scouting for Girls, the support the Dunwells was good too. It was semi-ruined by my phone informing me at exactly 10pm what the exit polls were and of course, they were wrong, the results were worst. I tried to ignore it until I got home three hours later.

I brought too much Taco Bell to soothe my wounds, my sibling hassled me about whether I was coming home or not. Not because she missed me, but because I had her beer in my car. I had thought about staying at my sister's if the weather was really mad. Like Rain and strong winds, is the worst.

Also so are drunk people and people who get in line before they know what they want and the line wasn't long. Drunk people are worst though. Actually, I don't know since the others steal your time. But so do drunks.

Obvious, the tories and the people who vote for them are truly the worst of all. I just don't get how people can vote for proven liars over and over. Even if people are for Brexit, this a government who missed deadlines twice. These cabinet filled with people who have previously been fired by their own party.

A lot of it does feel like racism and ethnocentrism, or people not realising they are poor. Like a lot of people, this is a terrible outcome for me and my disabled family. But I am Scottish, meaning only some of my country fucked me over for their own self-interest.

I guess they would argue that I voted for my own self-interest. But I don't want to live in a country where people die because they can't afford health care. I don't want to live with starving children, especially when they have working parents. People should be able to survive by working a fulltime job. People should be able to survive on benefits.

I mean maybe we have another election next year, Tories are selfish, maybe even having the most power they've had since the 80s, they still fuck themselves over.

So many people are gonna suffer for this.

Anyway, I live in Scotland and the Scottish Government will take over PIP...still those that year meant be a long one. This is a bad timeline, and I want to stop relating so hard to distopias. We got bored of them and we're still living them.

Dischannted Youth

*GIANT SIGH*

So the Tories are back in and somehow got a fucking majority. Seriously, who thought they did a good job? They've sold off everything possible. The Royal mail, NHS and the future of the youths.

Screw this I'm out here.

*Runs out the room, slamming the door behind me*

 *Comes back in few minutes later.*

I guess I should probably talk about my Birthday, this is was indeed the worst Birthday Week ever because of those damn Tories and the idiots that voted for them. I brought a Skeleton, because I received the money to buy her. Her name is currently Stella. Still not sure, I've taken to calling her Grandma Skeleton.

 She came the day after the election, so I didn't have her with me to make sarcastic comments with whilst the results coming in. It's shame, the only joke I was able to make was that she was in us five years time.

God, I am angry. I will always be angry. I thank god that being Scottish and living in Scotland will save me from some of the Tory dumbass policy that so far have mostly wasted tons of money and time. I'm pretty sure all they can do to the rest of the UK is to sell NHS.I can't think of anything else. They sold thr Royal Mail for penny.

I had a Big Hero Six cake for my Birthday and the predicted end poles caused me to start drinking so I ended up falling sleep, not half way through the results coming.

This post has been disjointed. That is is my emotional state so I'm leaving to keep tidying my room.