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22nd November

Average.

Messed around again and all alone. Sad.

Yesterday I was sad because I wanted to be alone. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??

Black Friday is everywhere and has consumed everything into a hole of stuff. I big hole of stuff that no-one needs. I need it, but nobody else does.

Had some fish and chips. It was nice. Moaned a lot. Less nice. I want something to drink but we don't have anything and the queues in the shops are too big due to people really needing a new TV. Why are they waiting for a new TV in a newsagents?

Spoke to randoms and told them lies. I became the fantasy.

A girl posted her birthday card for everyone to read. Lot of names. All saying nothing. All saying the same thing. It might as well have been rubber stamped.

Over and over and over again.

TV is on and making sounds.

Blowing colours at me.

I need a new one. A bigger one. A louder one that I can ignore.

I hope the newsagents is still open.

I don't know why I started this.

I just did.

Thanks to the two of you. You are so kind.

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