 They stripped my bed, leaving me with fucking horrible to-go-to duvets and a pillow. So I ripped a curtain off this, off the wall, and then I'm using it as a blanket. Because it's winter and it's fucking cold, not only that. They've also bruised my neck and are refusing me the right to see a doctor. I've got a complaint for them too, but I have no pen. That's fun. I can't regret leaving you alone to find your way back home. They've also bruised my neck and are refusing me the right to see a doctor. I've got a complaint for them too, but that just had an even smarter idea. I can't touch the duvets, the texture. Hence why I took the curtain off the wall and I'll happily pay for it to be repaired. You know what? I had literally no footage for the upland for this. I didn't really want to make a video. I'm enraged. I actually needed to rest at home and try to kill myself tonight. Fun fact, hence why my neck's in pain. But you know, paracetamol, even though I can't take it. I've reacted horribly to it, but we'll see. We'll see. Apparently lorazepam on paracetamol would cure my issues. Also, NHS. You need nuker and thought of pointing that out with you. I hate automatic life. I need to change my socks. But seriously, who has to take curtains off the fucking window? I'm literally going to get past my thumb there. I've never had to do this before. I like days when challenges and sometimes those challenges of ripping curtains off the fucking ceiling to sleep. I'm leaving the land. That's my fight about life.