I was scheduled to go to some music gigs in the coming month. Cannibal Corpse, Amon Amarth, Clutch and Five Finger Death Punch, to name a few. I’ve now sold the tickets to various people as I am now not going to go.

I sold the Amon Amarth ticket as I didn’t really want to bump into ‘someone’. And I thought considering what I intend to do pretty soon I might as well sell the tickets on to people who will still be alive to attend the events.

This morning I deleted that someone’s number from my phone because I knew that by the end of the week I would have succumbed to the urge to text this person. They don’t want me to do that and I don’t want to do that so I removed their number. They’ve removed mine from their phone so we won’t be texting each other.

The Jobcentre phoned me today telling me they had a possible job for me. I took the details and phoned the number. It turns out the position is as a packer & cleaner for a company who specialise in shipping boxes to various clothing companies around the country.

The pay is rubbish. I think I will wait around for something better. They won’t offer me the job anyway as I don’t have any references and I don’t have CRB check. I’m not fucking paying for one.

I had a sleep and then I cleaned my entire room from top to bottom. Believe me it needed it as I’ve not been in the mood to clean for the past couple of weeks. I’ve basically been chucking stuff on the floor and in the corner. It was nice to see the floor again.

I then spent the rest of the evening in a suicide chat room. You can find a chat room for any subject on MIRC.

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