Dead-end.
No motivation. Came back from my mum's after the rush hour and didn't leave the flat. Laid on the bed trying to calm down, but it's so loud. Can't leave my room/cell. Can't see the point The world is so loud I find it hard to stop my mind racing when it's constantly under attack by the people I see when I have to go out. Everyone's looking at me. I feel like I must smell bad or look bad: but I can't work out what I have done? Going to the shops is really difficult. I stay away from the main routes and go down back streets. The noises from around my flat never stop. Sirens, people shouting, cars and bikes flying around North Street. Council can't help me to move and I can't afford to move. My flat is a mess. I keep meaning to clean it, decorate it, but can't see the point. I've never really moved in. Things are still in boxes. All the walls have nails and dark shades from the previous tenant. Getting around by public transport is d...