Not a fucking psychopath..

Today, I didn't get out of bed again.
Is what I would be writing if I didn't have such an awesome sister.
My plan was to wallow in self pity in bed all day again, but instead I spent most of the day with my older sister; the one closest to my age.
We went around town for a bit; we bought a shakeaway each - from the absolute fab guy that works in there. I didn't end up taking my photo  for my provisional though, because my eyebrows were a mess and I couldn't live with that photo hanging around me for a while. So she and I went and bought chocolate, and went to hers and watched the inbetweeners movie, and she waxed my eyebrows. It is extremely difficult to think when I'm with her, because she is so funny. I also held the tiniest puppy in the world. So today wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.
I know that tomorrow I can't go to college still; I'm not ready to pretend and to smile all day, and I don't want to be the depressing girl that is hanging around. So I'll take the day; actually do some coursework, I'll take my photo, send off my application, and then I'll start sorting out my room at my flat; because I am moving out officially on the 25th.
Absolutely terrified.
I don't know if this is going to work still, I'm not sure if they will take me back at the flat if it doesn't work out here. Because I had a phone call yesterday saying that they were thinking about kicking me out because my room isn't tidy. They told me that until they put into writing that my room isn't passing the inspections, that it isn't a big deal. If I leave there on bad terms, they won't let me come back. So I have to make it very presentable before my last ever room inspection.
Shouldn't be all that hard, I'll just throw some stuff in boxes.
OH, and I also got called a psychopath yesterday.
Yesterday reaaally wasn't a good day.
Yeah, that cunt of an ex that messed me around really badly is still messing me up, with his manipulative little tricks, by going around Salisbury calling me a psychopath. Well, I'll have that bastard know that I took an online test (three) that all say I'm not a psychopath. Not even fucking close. AND why would my counselor deem me uncrazy, able to function alone, and not need to see her anymore, if I was a psychopath?
Really sick of wankers that manipulate, and no one notices because they are so 'charming'.
Plus, the daft idiot should reeeaaallly look up the word psychopath, I think he may be surprised with the way he sees himself afterwards.
So yeah, gotta keep going (: