Oh boy, the carpet has been pulled from under my overly sized feet. After months of having a room kind of sorted out back in Brighton, I find out 2 weeks ago that the landlordy guy decided to keep the current tenant there. Making me once again, a homeless bastard. After spending over a year without a proper home, you’d think I’d have got used to it, but after spending this month with all my creature comforts in London, it’s a scary thing to have to go back to, especially considering it’s my last year at University and I gots to pick up the pace now!
So for two weeks I’ve spent my eyes glued to this laptop screen to the point where I think they’re bleeding, not eating or sleeping until I’ve got a roof over my head which probably won’t have any hair left on it because I’m constantly pulling it out over the stress.

Right now though, I’m doing an all-nighter. Despite being on holiday. And not having any work to do. Well, not my own, at least.

The girl I tried to chat up and ended up becoming her proof-reader/bitch has returned to England after failing her exams and has been given one more shot at getting into University. I’ve been too busy to get in touch or help her out on a count of becoming a depressed and nervous wreck, but now here I am. One day before her deadline, at 2AM going over her bloody essays. I’m so tired due to being sleep deprived and all the stress of finding somewhere to live by next week, but here I am.

She gets her exam results tomorrow and I’m not sure if she’ll manage to pass… if not, these essays are the last chance to boost up the grade. I’m not even sure if she’s been using me all this time, but I suppose sparing a few hours of sleep so there’s a chance she’ll get into University would be worth it.

Fucking hell, Karma, if you are reading this, give me a frigging break. I need my sleep, I’m homeless and I’m paving the way for a timid Chinese girl into full-time education even though it’s unclear whether she’s cut out for it. Read this and find me a fucking house, you absolute bastard.