I don't know how I managed to forget about the emotional mess my life used to be, but we don't have to worry about that, because Mum & Dad have wasted no time in reminding me of that.

I've only been back for about 5 days now, but I'm more than ready to abandon the constant bickering that plagues this so-called 'home'.

This 'home' is nothing more than a cesspool of misery. It smells worse with each passing day, but no one has the courage or strength to do anything about it.

I don't want to be here anymore. I refuse to allow my parents to make me miserable again.

If my parents won't save themselves, then I have no choice but to abandon them and flee this sinking ship.

5 more weeks and I'll be back where they can't get at me.

You gotta follow the link to watch it properly. The blog's too small to see the whole screen.

The boat floated for a while, but it eventually sank. I'm glad I at least tried, even though I'm kinda drowning at the moment.

But I'll be fine. I'll get to shore soon. I always do. Right?

Perhaps I'm just too easy to bully. Trying to be nice to others isn't always such a good idea.

A couple of months back, I left my laundry out in the backyard to dry, but as Lady Luck would have it, it rained while I wasn't at home to bring the laundry in.

When I got back home, my laundry didn't smell nice anymore. It had a distinct rainwater smell to it, so I decided to put them in the washing machine again.

Now, my landlady wasn't home when I did this. I took an afternoon nap while the machine did its thing, and when I woke up a couple of hours later, my laundry was draped over the railings on the stairs. The landlady had taken the liberty to remove my wash from the washing machine (after it'd completed its washing, I presume) and hung them up to dry indoors.

She doesn't really like it when I use the washing machine too often (which would apply in this case, since I did the same batch of laundry twice in two days), and I assumed that her hanging up my laundry, which she never does by the way, was her way of telling me "I know you did your laundry again!".

Naturally, when I saw her in the kitchen later, I thanked her for helping me with my laundry, and told her that I had to do the wash again because it'd all been caught in the rain.

That's when she just told me that it's OK - that rainwater was essentially just water anyway, and that I didn't have to do the laundry all over again. I didn't want to argue, so I bit my tongue, but I don't really agree.

There is an unmistakable fume that emanates from rain-drenched laundry. Yes, perhaps it really is just water. But I just don't like how my clothes don't smell fresh anymore. Is that so hard to understand?

Today, just as I was putting my laundry out in the backyard to dry, I casually asked the landlady if she thought it might rain later.

She replied, "Yeah, it's supposed to rain later, but don't worry it'll be sunny tomorrow, so you don't have to bother to bring your wash in."

Obviously, I brought my laundry in after a while, because I didn't want to have them soaked with rainwater again.

Am I the only one who thinks that it's not OK for laundry (even wet ones) to get caught in the rain? Would you wash your clothes again if they'd been drenched in rainwater?

It's funny how sometimes, when you care about others a little less, they start to care about you a little more.

I'm leaving Cambridge in about a month's time, and tomorrow I'm going to go into work and give my manager notice.

I feel really bad about it because I only started work in May, and I'm leaving in August. :(