I’m not bothering with the opinions (ha, like they form themselves) of anyone else; too many mixed ideas. I’m doing what I want to do. If I don’t feel like doing something, I won’t. I’ll still keep the act up for those I will probably be seeing for one of the last, if not the last, time, but for most, they know and I know. If someone is irratating me they will know about it. I’m sick of being nice.
Nothing is worth planning, nothing is going to happen in the future apart from me shuffling off…nothing is going to improve and if it keeps getting as bad as it does, do I want to do this. Later mornings and nights give me more time to ‘normalise’ myself for visitors but that’s few and far between.