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All this stuff about safety an gratitude an expecting to much is doing me head in. Theres to much to follow, an it feels like no matter what I do I'm still doing sum thing wrong.

Think I'll go for a long walk. I might even come back.

Nothing to see.

Right, done with me dramatics. Next time I go off in a huff I'll remember that it's fucking three feet deep in snow out there and colder 'n charity.

Freezing me tits off gave me time too think about all this. Talking to Ange gave me time too calm down.

Yer ain't getting rid of me just yet, not least unless sum one asks me too leave. I won't be writing any more on these journals about the safety stuff - its too hard for me when I'm still at the munchkins reading level - but I'll talk if you want to. Words ain't easy for me, an I'm just getting meself into a muddle.