This is a follow-up to the third chapter, in which I spoke about the reason behind my absence and why I behaved so distantly. In case any of you actually care about my existence, I'll be updating here.
The county agent visited today. I probably didn't even have to clean my room, but I did anyway. The only things of possible concern I would have are my sleeping pills (low-dose Melatonin), though even those would have been fine to leave out.
Anyways, the agent spoke to my older sibling, then to my oldest sibling, and then me. I answered basic questions, lied a bit, though mostly told the truth. I was wearing this ridiculously uncomfortable pair of jeans that had a Czech flag I had sewn on the ass pocket at some point. They then spoke to my parent, of which I wanted to eavesdrop on so bad, but I didn't, against poor judgement.
I thought that was the end of it. Nope. The agent will be back sometime for a 'surprise visit,' of which will be the real home check. B.S, I tell you. Until then, I shall be under the assumption that there is a hidden camera within my house. Irrational, I know, but I feel like I needa be extra cautious.
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Guess who's back, prats? (Me, Barry)
RandomThis is basically Hadawa Journal V.2. I would use the old one, but it has all of my c r i n g e y memoirs, so it shall remain unpublished (for good). Feel free to tag me in those weird questionnaire things, I got nothing to hide, but nothing terr...
