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Dear Joanne. If there is a problem, there are human beings.
We have all made mistakes but people like me are not needed.

Dear Joanne. I have received a letter from the office of the adjudicator concerning my income and expenditure. It is requesting that on my present earnings, that my disposable income is £744.00 per month. However, my current circumstances have changed, and I will always continue to change.

I must move out of my current property and have nothing but books.? I have lost things and made memories and lost things. I have investigated private accommodation, but they are asking for a deposit, two months in advance which is likely to be more than two thousand pounds just to rent not including bills. I have approached the local hostel; I do not meet the criteria as I am employed.
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Dear Joanne. I am starting to think I’m crazy. I have not yet found any options but staying at the library and to write. This month I’m paying for my MOT, renewed car insurance and service. I can’t get more ambition as my greatest moment in life, is waking up at 6 am and returning endlessly, incomplete. Every day is the same, but I don’t feel the same. To maintain my job, I am doing more than 18 hours per day.

Dear Joanne. I am living in a car park. I am currently concentrating on accommodation; my mind continues to be problematic. I would call but I don’t have a phone. In established solitude I neglect myself.

Dear Joanne. I can’t afford food. I have observed peppers that trigger regret, mushrooms in various states of anxiety and courgettes produced in Morocco that make me question my minds direction. All the decorated cans of foods are at unobtainable heights, potential future achievements. The closest expiration date has more value, more worth than people like me who live in a dark room.

There is more love being alone. It was the greatest opportunity to know why I lived and offered me chances to see real life. We are just as meaningful as vegetables. In our own beds, looking up at the world. As nothing.
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