Feels like I'm saying goodbye.

So I've tidied my room. I'm just waiting for Mum to take the bins out so I can take out my rubbish and recycling and then finish the job. I've packed my bag. It's a little stuffed, and I haven't packed a towel - something I will do my best to rectify tonight. The reason it's stuffed is because I'm only taking a back-pack, and in it I've put everything I think I could potentially need. If this were a regular overnight stay, it wouldn't be a big thing. Except this is an overnight stay that could well end up with me winging my way to a prison cell, so I've packed everything I could need - that is, everything I found myself needing in hospital, which admittedly isn't much. Just enough to make my bag full, really.

I'm well aware that no matter how things go, I'm unlikely to be spending too much longer in this room, and the tidying is part of that. I know Mum doesn't really like or want me staying here, and that's a burden emotionally. I want to get a better job and leave. I'm just worried about Linny (my cat) and gym.

I feel sort of nostalgic. I KNOW if I get jailed, there's a high chance I might never see my cat again. My parents might work something out - my Dad my offer to take my cat, for example, but I don't know. I don't think they understand how much Linny means to me.

But yeah. So my room is ridiculously tidy, which is a first, because this room's so small it's always been crowded and hectic. And at 8am tomorrow, I get on a bus towards deciding my future. I'm a little scared, to be honest.

Well, chances are I'll be back in a few days, with nothing major happening. I may visit my grandparents on my way home, I haven't decided yet.

So if I'm gone for a few days, then I'll let everyone know the verdict and what's happening.
If I'm gone for longer than a fortnight, you can safely assume that I'm in prison.

Good luck and best wishes. <3