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Right. Army Office isn't open until 5th January.
I'm out on the 3rd.
I won't be taken right away. Maybe a fortnight+
Better get selling my gba to get some cash, don't you think? Need a roof for at least a month, to make sure and all that.
Fuck the life plan. Fuck organising. Fuck everything. Nothing works. One day at a time. One hour at a time, even.
I can't stay here. I can't stay there. I just can't stay anywhere. Says a lot about me. I guess I just don't have a place. I think tomorrow, or maybe Monday seeing as tomorrow is a Sunday and everything likes to not work on a Sunday, I will go to Wolverhampton train station and hand over whatever money I have, and get a ticket with that. Tickets are expensive, so if I book on for on the 3rd, it might be cheaper for me, so I can go further. Then, I just start there. Don't know how that'll work, but I'll be damned if I live like this any longer than the next week. And people wnder why I'm messed in the head? People wonder why I starve myself, or retch up the food I do eat? People wonder why I cut myself so much, so often, and so many damn times? Life hates me, and karma is trying to tell me something.
I literally have seven days, six and a half even. Then I have nothing. Not a thing. I don't know what I'm going to do; just what I can't do.
Nobody call me. I don't want to talk to anyone. Just leave me alone to try and find one single fucking reason for my life. Let me find just one fucking thing I can do next Saturday night.
I'm out on the 3rd.
I won't be taken right away. Maybe a fortnight+
Better get selling my gba to get some cash, don't you think? Need a roof for at least a month, to make sure and all that.
Fuck the life plan. Fuck organising. Fuck everything. Nothing works. One day at a time. One hour at a time, even.
I can't stay here. I can't stay there. I just can't stay anywhere. Says a lot about me. I guess I just don't have a place. I think tomorrow, or maybe Monday seeing as tomorrow is a Sunday and everything likes to not work on a Sunday, I will go to Wolverhampton train station and hand over whatever money I have, and get a ticket with that. Tickets are expensive, so if I book on for on the 3rd, it might be cheaper for me, so I can go further. Then, I just start there. Don't know how that'll work, but I'll be damned if I live like this any longer than the next week. And people wnder why I'm messed in the head? People wonder why I starve myself, or retch up the food I do eat? People wonder why I cut myself so much, so often, and so many damn times? Life hates me, and karma is trying to tell me something.
I literally have seven days, six and a half even. Then I have nothing. Not a thing. I don't know what I'm going to do; just what I can't do.
Nobody call me. I don't want to talk to anyone. Just leave me alone to try and find one single fucking reason for my life. Let me find just one fucking thing I can do next Saturday night.