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Hi,
Whoever might ever read this, has been a while.
How come?
Things gotten busy, complicated. More complicated? Well, yes.

In the meantime I went on Tinder and met someone. The mobile Crisis Team has stopped coming. The next Team has refused to help me further. The asking for Social Housing has been stalled by WebSite issues and lack of ID card. I lost my ID card, 2 Credit Cards and my Driver's License. I have had increasing difficulties conversing with my ex, who seems to dislike me more each day. 

The House I have lived in for 24 years has been officially put up for sale, I get to live here for another 5 months and a week. I feel strangely isolated though like I said, I met someone.
I do things that most who know me would not have considered me able to do.
Instead I have come to realise that there are many things I don't do that people just guess I do.
You know, things like eat, drink, move, tidy.
So people are happy to see me go out for, or date, or shake my booty but seem oblivious to what I should be doing. Not hide, not perform my sleigh of hands of "Ignorance is Bliss".
I no longer work at my store because I lost all inspiration.
I just escape. Escapism is such a lovely Art Style.

More than ever I feel isolated.
I have literally 3 phones which are broken in 3 different ways and I want to spend no more money.
I finally got a fancy phone and that was a blast, until I dropped it in water, the toilet to be more exact.
Yes, I am a royal fuck up.
Maybe someone reads this and knows what I should do...
I sure as fuck don't...

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