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December 20th

It's hard being me sometimes. I know it's my own fault but its really hard to hold up the walls that stop other people getting in. It's draining.

Maybe that's why I am tired all the time. Well that and the fact I live off cake.

Watching the Survivor season finale. I love Survivor. I am the only person I know that watches it as it's not on in this country. Greek Darran used to watch it but I don't speak to him any more which makes me a bit sad as he was a good friend.

I am dreading Pink Tim turning up as well with a bag of stuff. Hopefully he won't this year. I haven't seen him in forever which is terrible. I am just going to hide until Christmas is done and done.

Other than that work was work.

My mother came over and judged me and the way I live which she always does.

I have the cough that everyone else has had hiding in the back of my throat ready to attack.

Played Spiderman, listened to podcasts, signed for delivery.

Just another day.

Sorry.

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