I need to remove myself from this town.
I need to go back to Cumberland.
I need to find someone with a truck to help me load this trash and dispose of it all.
I need to go scouting the lands soon.
I need to go shopping for enough food and drink this Thursday because it will be raining Friday and Saturday. I don’t need to get wet. I have no clothes besides the ones I’m wearing.
I need to go shopping for new clothes at Walmart this Sunday, when it’s not raining. I can’t live without clean clothes to change into.
Starting to become done with Facebook. I wish I didn’t need it for marketing and networking. The people I talk to barely have anything to say. It’s ridiculous. The posts are just repeating themselves and complaining and arguing. It’s getting stupid.
I canceled services with Gateway. Success! I made sure to give them a one star review on Google. Fuck them. They don’t help anyways.
I didn’t realize growing my followers on here or Spotify was going to get this difficult. People just refuse to bite. Is it paranoia? I don’t know anymore. This shit is getting hard. Maybe I need to do better advertising.
Jay hasn’t texted me back either. I don’t want the van. I want a house. I am homeless.
