Assertions

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Not seen a sign of Ziggy since the beach yesterday or either of the 2 Croatian girls staying in the next village along: Kut.
Will go to Komiža on Wednesday just to see that place then leave on Thursday morning if no money is forthcoming.
I hope I get a yes you can couch surf from Nina in Trieste and not to have to camp there!!!
Money issues are stressing me out entirely too much. What in me thought €500 was enough for a month?
I guarantee Emma will hate me for relying on mum again.
So I can't get negative in my head. I made a mistake. These things happen and it may cost me £500 to get our of the error. It is a good job mum cares so much otherwise I'm not have a single way out. But I won't have done this without that harbour.
If neither Paul nor Glenn lend to me I will be financially better off: just £400, excluding the iPhone issue.
Positive it is that I feel I now have something I enjoy doing and that helps me to reach the stars. I can work in Europe as long as there is a variety of nationalities in the place I work. I am a dedicated and thorough worker. Nothing need stop me. Just don't spend all that money on evil recklessness: booze. Get back to Leeds, get a place and meet someone online. Stop trying to find this nonexistent place. It's in me and not somewhere else. I need people who care. I need to care.

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