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Thursday 11/03/22
I’ve been living like a little piggy lately. Proper off there rails, like (in a PG way). My bedroom has been a flipping tip for weeks now, and I just don’t seem to have the ability to confront it. When I moved in here, my room had 3 wardrobes - and even still most of my clean, most regularly worn clothes live on the floor or on a chair or down the side of my bed.
On top of that, my diet has gone real down hill. I’m surviving off a nutritious mix of pasta, pizza, occasional broccoli and regular £1 Easter eggs. The bin in my room is now a modern sculpture, which I think the artist was trying to communicate “shame” with.
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