• i can hear the loudest sodding mosquito in the world, i've had to crawl out of bed to get the chimichurri olives out of the fridge and neck iced tea, my body clock doesn't really care about what i want.

work is vile, of course every second of the day i'm riddled with desperation to get out of there, having to touch disgusting things when we clear out the bar, having to listen to people, having to be on display all the time, i want to sit in a dark room where nobody can see me, sick of public transport, sick of feeling enormous.