On the 29th of November, a friend and I spent the night in a hotel in Bath after going to a poetry event. It was meant to be a lovely evening – dinner together, poetry and then gossiping before going to sleep. The day started off amazing, other than the bitter wind burning our fingers as we tried deciphering the sat nav on my phone, but it all went downhill once we settled down for the night in the hotel. After discovering that we share the same favourite film (The Lion King,) we decided to put it on and have a little sing along. We were both laughing and singing along, when we heard a load of banging from the hallway. Two drunk people staggering to their room. All we could hear was the lady shouting ‘lock the door. Lock the door’ and within seconds we were listening to what could only be described as an amateur porno. I have never heard a lady moaning so loud in all of my life and I don’t mean as she orgasmed, I mean from start to finish! Fake, disgusting moans. To top it all off, it started just as Mufasa dies (spoiler there if you haven’t seen the film, sorry!) which makes me cry every single time and they totally ruined it for me. There was loads of banging happening at the same time too, like they were banging against walls, the floor, whatever, you name it. We had to pause the film so many times that half an hour later, we were still at the same scene. And then it finally stopped and went quiet. For five minutes. And then it started up AGAIN! A woman moaning as loud as possible, the guy swearing constantly. I didn’t know whether to barge into their room and punch their lights out or break down and cry with frustration. It was nearly midnight at this point and I had to get up for uni the next morning. They totally were wrecking my night and these vile people had no respect for anyone else. We tried phoning reception but we couldn’t get through, so instead we called out for them to shut up, which helped the situation quieten down for all of two seconds. They didn’t know who was in the room next to them, how did they know that there weren’t little children in our room? Little children who had to listen to them? How would a parent have explained that to their children? The only other excuse I can think of is that someone is being murdered and that answer is no better to tell a little child. We finally managed to fall asleep and when I woke up my friend was sat in bed on her laptop. “Why are you up so early?” Turned out she’d woken up them having sex AGAIN at 4am. I feel nothing but hate towards these vile people. They wrecked my favourite movie, kept up awake and had no respect for anyone else. So selfish. I had hoped that when we left our room that morning that we’d bump into them as we left, so we could give them a piece of our minds, but no such luck. I hope they both feel ashamed of themselves and I would call the lady a whore, but that name is too good for her!
So a spider was found in my aunt’s garden and I wanted to know what type it was as it was much bigger than any I’d seen before. I put the picture into a craft group, which is known for allowing non craft related posts as long as they’re not offensive or networking in any way. My post got deleted, but it definitely wasn’t put there to offend anyone and for some reason I don’t think it’s something that would get me any sales. When I confronted about my post being deleted I got the reply that there are many people with phobias of spiders, well guess what? me too! but it’s still not exactly offensive. If phobias are the case then the group should be shut down, because at the end of the day there are so many phobias in this world that there is nothing you can post – I make things out of paper and I know that there are people with phobias of paper, especially the feel of it, so I guess that my business should be shut down! Ridiculous.
I have just had a video pop up on my Facebook with a girl being beaten up on public transport. The worst part was the fact a witness filmed the whole incident and there were many more people there, yet no one stepped in to help the poor girl.
Unfortunately, this is a very common scenario and I’m saying this from experience. Less than a year ago I was sexually assaulted on a train coming home from university. The male in question had me pinned to the side of the train trying to kiss me, tried putting his hand between my legs and even grabbed my hand and shoved it in his mouth. I shouted at him to stop. I shouted ‘no.’ People were looking – in fact the train was completely packed full of people, yet no one tried to help me. I went to the police, who had CCTV evidence but it only showed the tops of our heads because of the placement of the camera and no witnesses came forward. Due to this he completely got away with it, as the case was dropped due to ‘lack of evidence’ despite the DNA samples I gave.
Unbeknownst to him I actually suffer from depression and anxiety, so what he did completely broke me. I got nightmares that he was going to track me down and kill me and the thought of getting on another train left me with panic attacks. It took about a month for me to get back on a train as I had no other choice – I would have failed university otherwise and I couldn’t let him control my life. I still shake now when I’m on the train and never feel safe until I am off it and in my boyfriend’s car.
I hate him for what he did to me, but it isn’t just him that I remember. I still remember the faces of the people who stood by and did nothing. My dad was actually angrier at the witnesses than the guy, as they were the people who were meant to have morals and know right from wrong. He often states ‘what if it had been their child? How would they feel if a whole crowd of people sat back and allowed that to happen to their child?’ Are they just as guilty?
I live on a street, where there is a primary school. They leave school at 3 and my sister leaves her school at 3:15. I left my house at 3.05 to pick up my sister and caught 4/5 school children writing on our garage. The majority ran off laughing, but one girl didn’t see me and mum coming up behind her and turned around shocked. She had a dusty finger from writing, but she claimed it ‘was her friends.’ Other than people’s names, there were also the words ‘cock’ and ‘vagina.’ They may think they have got away with it, but I have rang up their school to complain and been in contact with their headmaster!
How did it get to this? We’re cousins by blood, but have grown up as best friends. We regarded each other as sisters and were even looking to get matching tattoos. But now it’s if we are strangers. I don’t message you anymore, we don’t see each other at all and family meals are not as often. What went wrong? Maybe we are just too different now. We’re growing up and I have turned out to enjoy my own company and be a rather creative individual, whereas you’re just always out partying. You were once the most general person I knew and now you are so selfish. We go to the same university and you never offer me a lift, so whilst you drive up I have to take two trains and a bus. I would never put you through that! I guess we’re just getting older now and our differences are really beginning to show. I wish that I missed you. But I don’t. I feel numb.
Have you ever reached that stage in your life where you hate everything and everyone? Where you’ve dealt with so much crap in the past few days, that you can’t deal with life anymore and reach a breakdown? I’ve tried being strong and carrying on, but being strong isn’t natural for me. It all gets too much and I can’t cope anymore.
Today is not going very well for me. I had to catch a train at 7:25am to get to university, to study a complimentary course, which I’m not even interested in! I finally found the classroom, after many different flights of stairs and then had no clue about anything to do with the lesson!
After that ONE lesson finished it was time for me to do the train journey all over again.
I found my platform and sat eating some lunch, thinking my train was half hour away. During this time a spider fell out of my hair and onto my phone that I was holding!
I waited for the train but it didn’t arrive. I realised it was 2 and a half hours away, not half away! I had gone to the complete wrong platform. I legged it to the right platform and my train was just about to leave the station, so I jumped right on. Let’s hope I’ve got the right train!