Time for an actual update, rather than a cryptically placed poem or song quote.
Today it is raining. I can smell burnt pasta (father is cooking) and I’m cold. I’m once again out of money. Fcuk eh? I really don’t know how I do it. Pennies one day no pennies the next!
I feel tired. Yet I do nothing all day (bar weekends when I work). I’m working
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