I spent most of high comedy today half zoned out, half-dreaming of people visiting and worrying about money. I think I should be able to get away with between £30-50 a week - now it's just a matter of making sure I actually have that much to get me through. I think so, but I'm not sure. I really detest not having enough money. I hope Ma starts working soon - then maybe I wouldn't feel so bad about asking her for money if it comes to that. God, I hope not...maybe Richard instead. I don't know. I don't want to have to. I just won't buy stuff if I can avoid it, cut down on internet, all that stuff.
God, I hate being poor.
Dance class next (excuse me, movement), then home. I may or may not post this tonight. I don't know! God, I'm whining like a small child - maybe I will just make this private. Nobody wants to read this kind of thing anyway. I can barely stand to read it, even.