This sounds so like Winter!

So I've just been reading a Reveal article online which talked about Cyberbullying. A Keeley Houghton was jailed for writing on Facebook that she was going to murder a fellow mate. She obviously regrets it now and is speaking out so people can understand that making such threats is a very serious offence. Here is the full article:  http://www.reveal.co.uk/real-life-stories/news/a514907/keeley-houghton -i-was-jailed-for-cyber-bullying.html From what the article says, I would say that this lady just made a thoughtless mistake. She was angry and just acted without really thinking about it, and the article does say that she removed the comment because she felt it was inappropriate. But what about the Internet trolls of today? I wouldn't compare Keeley Houghton to a troll because the latter don't even know their victims. They have no relationship with them at all and it could be concluded that the only reason they do what they do is to cause pain and suffering to thei

The night before the day I'm supposed to leave I hardly get any sleep. I always feel this way whenever I'm off to a new placement. Will this person like me? Will we get along? Hows it all going to be? I always ask myself the same questions which I know I won't be able to answer until I'm finally there. And the usual long train journeys don't make it any better. But there's probably one thing that's more dreading than going to a new placement, and that's leaving my husband behind. But oh well, one needs to do what one has to do to put food on the table. So on the day I'm as jittery as hell. Butterflies in my stomach all the way to the front door of my client. So far, I've been welcomed with smiles and warmth by all the clients I've been to.  It's really about why I'm there in the first place. This is not a 'job', it's a way of life, it's a noble service. Granted, I get paid for it. But it is more than your usual

I hate spiders. That's a fact. I will never understand why some people like them or find them interesting or want to keep them as pets. A pet should be a nice cuddly fluffy thing, something that you look at and smile, and not a disgusting, creepy hairy spider. It's almost two in the afternoon and I've already seen five of those little s***s crawling on the carpet. And oh am I glad to have this while carpet, so I can see them when they try to hurry by. I really don't mind them when they are outside, I believe that that's their place so I do not harm them when I see them outside. But in my house? On my floors? In my freaking bed?? No sir! I must have some sort of arachnophobia because the moment I see them little b******s I feel the hairs at the back of my neck stand up and I get this cold sweat and my heart skips a beat and a lot of other emotions sweep through me. And right now, my paranoia is sky high because I keep seeing and feeling them everywhere! T the point w