People Anger Me

Well, hello again people :)

It hasn't been that long since I did my last blog but I'm feeling creative.

Anyway, I am a angry person, and I do admit I get angry very, very easily.

For example, all the time today there was just bad traffic. They've closed half the roads to my nearest shopping centre, planning on closing the rest next week, massive accident on the A2 leading to Bluewater so I couldn't go Bluewater the quick way, I had to go round the M25 with dad. 

Then my the time we were almost getting home, have you guessed yet? More traffic by Bexley so I had to go to Lewisham to get home. We were supposed to be gone for 2 hours, max. We got home 4 hours later.

And all that time, it was just me and dad getting angrier and angrier at the heavily worsenning traffic. I know where I get my anger from, dad is an angry person, but most of the males in dads family are angry.

I get very angry at the smallest things, especially people.

There is one girl who hangs around with all my friends. Nobody is particularly fond of her except for one person, but noone has the heart to tell her to go away.

Anyway, this girl thinks she has touching rights on EV-ER-Y-ONE. Honestly. She will just touch you FOR NO RERASON. Like, just stroke your hand or arm, or randomly give you a one-sided hug (where a person hugs you but you don't want to hug them so you stand there awkwardly with your arms superglued to your sides). Its just ridiculous.

Also, she thinks she is the It Girl of everyone in our group of friends. Like, she thinks she's BFF's with everyone, and everyone loves her.

Its just, people like this anger me, I mean, are they completely oblivious or do they just choose to ignore the truth?

Anyway, did that count as a rant? If it did, rant over.

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I was in the hospital room, alone. My loose sweatshirt was hitched up above my slightly swelled belly. Usually I loved the smell of hospitals and antiseptic, but today it stuck in my nose and throat, making me feel sick. I checked my phone. On new text from Louis- Hey babe! Meet up at Starbucks after everything? I wanna see the picture! xoxo

I smiled. Louis was the only one who knew about the baby. He hadn't even told Eleanor.

"Miss Stone?" A young doctor was at the door, holding a clipboard. I panicked for a minute. I wasn't ready to be a mum, how was i I going to afford clothes, nappies, food, childcare when I went to Uni and to all my jobs? I had barely enough time to see my friends now, bringing a baby wouldn't go down well. Was it too late to have an abortion?

No, I reminded myself, think about everything that'll happen before you make a choice.

Now or never, Phoebe.

"Yes, I smiled weakly.