This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more:

Wednesday, 19 February 2014

Wednesday Afternoon

Good afternoon.
I heard yesterday that there had been more nonsense in Jersey about me.
That on top of the allergic reaction caused me to break down.

So I have been useless, all my work and plans ruined again.

I slept until 3am though, when I was disturbed and eventually slept again, I didn't want to get up this morning at all.
Eventually I did, and I am just miserably uselessly hanging about, no progress with anything, no letters, nothing, just a miserable empty wait, while Jersey  has launched this further trouble on me, honestly, his attacks on me are always unprovoked and I am never prepared, nor is there ever an apology or explanation or my permission to take my name in vain.

I have dragged myself through the shower and tried to tidy up, but I feel completely useless, I cannot do anything and I look awful, anyone else would be ashamed to be seen like this, but I cannot get money so I cannot get a haircut or clothes, I looked better and was a lot smarter when I was on the streets where I belong, where I can go beyond jersey and the diocese and their games.
I am going to return to the streets if things do not improve within a week, there is no reason at all to sit miserably in a shitty indoors when my home is out there, safe from Jersey and the Diocese.
I am at breaking point, indoors has been one long pointless miserable useless hell that magnify's the Diocese's destroyal of me hundreds of times.

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