 The last few days have been, like, hell. The stupidest thing I've done. I think. But isn't it? I think it hurts, then. I've got rat agreeing to this mission on the basis of how I've been treated. Like, they've changed my mind about telling me not giving me any justification as to why I've been changed. Made my life practically impossible. It's fucking disgusting. It's fucking horrible. All my staff just took it with no people. Like, it could stand there for an hour and then I just wear it in technology, but where I'll see, and then I'll just ignore it. It's ridiculous. And it just feels like all I can do is just lie in bed and fucking sleep. But I finally do my make-up. Can't wash my fucking hair. Can't get changed. Fucking anything. This is literally the worst admission I've ever had, because rather than grieving my friend and going left to just deal with stress is not the answer to deal with my life. I slept for, like, three hours. Yeah. I am finally outside, sharp. As far as I know, actually, I still can't believe I died my hair the other day. That was fucking funny. I was like, you know, he's got this ugly snorkel, right? I feel like it's so really weird. But I can't keep wearing the same jumper. And this is the only thing I can wear that isn't fucking sleep-throat. Because, you know, I like heart drops. That's my aesthetic. That's kind of what I do. I think I've got a onesie, but I don't know if it's a onesie. You have to walk around wearing a onesie while I'm trying. I haven't. I've got a jacket that I don't need. I don't think it really has a half. I've got mode snacks. I've got a book, Melissa's book, actually, from I Try Not To See Water. I've got her book. I've got my hairbrush. I've got my laptop. I've got my hand in nail cream. And I've got the children. I've got fladed water. Colouring in the notebook. And my family. I have to use, like, a lot, but I don't hardly like clothes or anything. And I hate not wearing makeup. So, I don't know. I think what my plan is is to wait until a long time and then I'm going to go and ask. What I was saying in the plan for me is pretty much to try and see if I can get a few clothes back. I'm not going to hold them. I was going to find everything that I still need to have back, which I think is a reasonable point for me. After everything that I'm expecting, like, everything that I just want, a few things, just a few, but more, you know, secure and whatever. I also need to get more fladed water. So, I get these tomorrow because I think I have a little more bottle on that now. And then, ugh, life. Life will happen. Yeah, we don't need that. But I hate on hair. I do need to get some. Sorry, I have to help you.