boring life blog 6006050

mm this might be the last one

still trying to find somewhere to live once my 3 months is over

 accidentally worded that like im in jail, on about me getting evicted in 3 months if i dont leave by then

landlord wants to turn it into an air bnb the lazy fucker 

good luck with all that mould

ive been thinking about everyone i talk to and i have noticed, i dont relate to any of these people! im acting like someone im not! the only person i can (barely) trust is my roommate! none of these people i care about!

when i did my first blog on here i was straight and now im gay !! spacehey makes people gay !!!!!!!!! confirmed!!!!

theres a mop outside in the road standing up on its own thats odd

death is overrated yet so is life

my roommate keeps stealing my stuff ! not very happy !

i type too much on here

and

i  just feel like an amplifier for a corpse thats everyone forgot about, that should make sense

there is no life in death, there is death in life

might go down to the quarry at some point see whats happening with the rocks

i should maybe save up some cash to go to the cinema

well mainly to save up for the nice crisps they do,  have to take out a loan for that shit

maybe i could buy something interesting, could get myself a tattoo 

or something mature, new cutlery, the washing powder that actually smells nice, the expensive butter, even some lurpak!

maybe not lurpak, thats like buying a car

recovery , to me, is a circle

my fridge is going yellow for some reason

i would love to go to a scrap yard soon

i want to tell him how much i have changed but i dont know where he is

mm i heard they might open a new job centre which im looking forward too

buut since the collapse of the abandoned co op that means i cant hang around on the once staff only stairs

a few days ago i sat at the end of the pier, getting hit by the waves and gripping my hands onto the rocks the pier is made from so i didnt get swept under, all i could think about was walking home in the rain in the middle of nowhere when the buses werent running, spending the last of my money in the first hotel i could find, no phone with me to check where i am, no watch, nothing with me except change and luck to find a working pay phone and what kind of sick human lets that happen, glad he cut contact now but im still looking for him to give my money back

things that happen to me usually are not my fault but i wish they were so i can be certain about who to blame

my roommate suggested before the 3 months are over we of course find a place to live, move there and set fire to the flat once we have left and the landlord wont be able to accuse us without admitting certain things, i dont think its a good idea but its certainly interesting

i think the idea and desire to be at the peak of sentience as a human lies under the category of being "blissfully unaware" and the second you know slightly more than a few of the people you surround yourself with you want out

boring

trainers damp from walking through puddles! on the radiator right now

want to steal a table from the pub, the sticky layer is vibes

life couldnt have been any different, i can not change how things went, i can not fix my problems

they say cex sells but its very overpriced, £50 for a controller for my playstation? no thank you!

no song of the blog tired and its taken2 hours to type this fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkkkk youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1