Sunday, July 22, 1984

No possibility


Pete and Lee called here about four in the afternoon and we were extremely bored sitting in my room.

Pete didn’t stay long as he was going back to London in the evening for work tomorrow and he kept winding me up by saying he wasn’t giving me any money for the electric. A tiny thing, but the cumulative effect of this and everything recently combined to make me gnash my teeth in despair and frustration at myself and the world.

I see no possibility of escape.

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