November 14, 2016|
Finally my mother seems to agree that the plans I had prior to my being moved into my car would probably have succeeded.
It feels like a broken part of my soul has been repaired, having her acknowledge that, because this whole time I've held onto the anger of being ignored.
I advised some people breaking the rules in the park. It didn't seem as bad. I let them get away with charging their stuff but told them if I get a call I'll have to ask them to stop.
Dealt with a naked man earlier.
Not so bad now.