Hi peeps,
The obligatory blog post, which doesn't seem to have a point to it.
I went to sleep, or tried to, din't get much sleep,
didn't have breakfast, listened to my friend going on at me and decided it was time to live outdoors, my friend thinks my life is as simple as just forgiving the people who have hurt me, as if that would make it all better.
Living indoors is hard because I forget to wash and I get sick from sleeping indoors, when I left my friends' house I went and had a wash and got my breakfast at McD's, it felt good to be out on my own again.