Bitermarks and bloodstains

I feel very alone at the moment.

Drip, drip, drip.

I can't remember my memorable data.

Fuck internet banking. I'm probably exposing myself to all sorts of Nigerian scams anyway.







I want to move away from this fucking shithole, I went to Brighton the other day and realised how nice places can actually like, be. Ten minutes from the sea at all times. Imagine that.




I hate my job.