Quivering wreck.

So I was wondering if the move to the city was wise.

It wasn't. I realise that now, now that it's too late to go back and my ties have pretty much all been severed. Lets start at the beginning shall we?

It was thursday night. I had a shower after work, left my phone in the bathroom by accident and went back later to find it gone. No one will admit to seeing it. Do mobile phones disappear in to thin air?I think not... I have lost my lifeline - all my family laugh about the youth being on them constantly. I may not have been that bad but i live away from all my friends and family and i never get the chance to talik to them if not for the odd text or phonecall.

It was monday morning, I had worked all weekend and was really looking forward to a nice long lie in. One of those great lazy days - lie in, fluffy pyjamas, tea, hot bath and lots of duvet love. They never happen like you want them to do they?
9:00am. someone crashes through the front door and wakes me up. I leave my room to see who it is - I don't take kindly to being worken up.
Five men are running up my stairs asking for George. I do not know George. All i know is that he had my room before me, got evicted and left behind a hell of a lot of bloody syringes (as in syringes with blood in them).
I'm scared, i've just woken up and i'm confused.
It is the police. They have a warrant. I'm crying, sobbing. I'm a very nervous person and I'm the kind of person who has that problem that when I talk to the police, even when innocent (as always!) I feel guilty. I'm wearing my hotpants and croptop that only ever see the inside of my bed. This is not a good look.
Turns out George is wanted by the police, they have a warrant to search my house and they do exactly that, they apologise for scaring me (i'm still crying half an hour later) and then promptly leave.

Apart from these two things life has been pretty uneventful, i'm working long ass hours and when i don't work I sleep.