5th September (2.48am) - I'm home alone (Mr Westmaas is in GT). It's pitch black. The night is alive. Mosquitoes are shredding my skin, a bat is circling my head and the crickets won't shut up. The frogs won't shut up. The mysterious things that go plop in the river won't shut up. The crash, flap, wallops won't shut up.
That thing they tell you about counting sheep is a lie. I lookin forward tuh dayclean.
Monday, 22 September 2014
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