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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.