It was like a truce, we broke the code of mother being pissed off at errant uncontrollable daughter and they have an hour long talk over dinner about marriage and family and eventually fashion. I'm going to have nice pretty clothes that no other shop nor person will have because my mommy made it for me. Craving for a hit but I'm going to see how long before I crumble under pressure and temptation.

1001 things on my mind; they end with dreams but appear to start off with dead ends. I keep having these words drilled into my head - ungrateful, stubborn, wilful - revolving round and round like a carousel. It's beginning to give me a really nasty headache.