Him ; Bastille

Eviction Notice ; 1

Today starts like any other day.

I get woken up at the usual time of half five by my alarm clock — of which — is somewhere under my spider infested bed. I have no idea how the batteries still work and how it still sounds as if someone set the fire alarm off. I'm not going to move it in case I fuck it up. It usually only rings for a continuous minute before stopping when I get up. It's like it knows when I'm awake.

After it finally stops ringing I go to my blinds and open them. It's weird but normally I act like a blinded vampire for about thirty seconds until my eyes adjust and everything isn't a blur — I mean — everything is still a blur because I've got dodgy eye sight, but it goes when I put on my glasses after I have a quick shower in my mouldy bathroom.

Other than that I then normally laze around for a couple of hours. Sometimes I sing into my iPhone. I probably sound awful and I'm never going to show anyone any of my songs...well not in person anyway. Of course like this other lost generation I post edgy shit — and sometimes aesthetic shit — on my tumblr. It's a place where you don't have to show your face but people know your voice...your opinions. People either love you or hate you and they will anonymously let you know. It's safe to say that although I've pissed many people off about my feelings of Trump — these half dead teenage girls dig my music, I'm pretty fucking honoured truth be told.

But today I decide to not do nothing. Instead I put my clothes on and then grab my phone, since I don't really have friends there's only a couple of contacts on my phone. My professor, my mum, dad and younger sister...and the top up number. Oh and Will Farquarson. Other than that my contact list is pretty fucking depressing. I know that my little sister is probably wide awake now...it's got to be what? Nearly 11am back in the UK?

Me; morning
   — Syd; eating.
Me; huh?
   — Syd; eating.
Me; are you going to eat?
   — Syd; Jesus Christ Daniel. I'm EATING.
Me; why didn't you just say then?!
   — Syd; duh. I did! Don't shout at me either
Me; I wasn't shouting
   — Syd; you literally used the exclamation mark.
Me; ...so did you. And you used caps
   — Syd; touché.
   — Syd; What are you doing on today's agenda?
   — Syd; wait no! Let me guess! You are *still* gonna crush over Kitty Holland like a total saddo?
Me; ...
   — Syd; the painful thing about all of this is knowing full well that you're never going to make your move 😒
Me; it's not easy Sydney. It's not like one of your Netflix teen movies.
   — Syd; I've learnt that already. By watching you talk yourself out of loving this girl you know nothing about for the past sixty five days that she has been attending.
Me; how...do you...know?
   — Syd; because someone needs to take care of you. Mum and dad are busy and since you have no friends...it's up to me to give you advice.
Me; you've never had a boyfriend before
   — Syd; haven't I????
Me; have you?
   — Syd; I'm not the one who needs to start a life here! I'm 12! Not 22!
Me; I have a life...
   — Syd; I mean you have a life — but you choose to waste it and wallow away in self pity.
Me; okay...well this conversation has been fun
   — Syd; Don't fuck up your life before it's even begun.
Me; too late for that Syd.
   — Syd; Enjoy your life pining after a girl who doesn't know that you exist 🙂
Me; She does know I exist. We talk...sometimes
   — Syd; What do you want me to say? Congratulations?????

I put down my phone feeling slightly pissed off. I mean I know I can't be too harsh, behind her realism and sarcasm she doesn't know much about life since she's only twelve. But I cannot be dealing with her insults, she watched way too much counselling programs.

I go into my kitchen area and stop when I see an eviction letter that has been pushed under the door. "No-no..." I'm only a couple of days overdue with payments. I know my rights and I know they can't give me little to none notice. I didn't even get a call from the landlord. That's when I look at the time and discover that I might need to grab breakfast on the way. I'll open it later.

There's numerous places I can go to get food, like the food bank or the hostel down the road...technically I am going to be homeless. But I decide to go to the coffee shop. I won't get anything because I have literally no cash...but maybe Kitty can help me out? She works there. I know it's a long shot because all we do is say hi to each other in class every now and again...although it has been weird lately because she's been blanking me. Hopefully she might be able to help? I know that her family runs that place, so maybe if I play my cards right I can get a job there? I'm pretty sure I saw 'wanted' signs in the window a few days ago. I was too shy to go in...I hope the position hasn't gone though.

I grab my purplish hoodie from off of my sofa and walk towards the door, kicking the eviction notice away under the fridge (which is also spider infested).

Here's to trying anyway....