Police showed up again

While trying to complete surveys online for money, currently on the one involving US War on Foreign Nations, there was a knock at the door type of situation, my older brother answered.

Yes the police showed up again, wanting to speak with me.

So I talked with them in regards to the 7-11, employment troubles and the treat to myself.

I explained that we were banned from 7-Eleven due to us using the bathroom there too many times because we didn't have running water at the time.

And for the jobs, I'll keep applying.

My eldest sister said that she was applying, too.

My brother was also outside keeping me company.

The guy police agreed, and the black fem police agreed as well and let me and my eldest sis know that we need people in the workforce.


The DCF worker guy also talked to me in regards to my Instagram post two weeks ago about if I don't get a Job in a month I'll x_x myself.

So then I explained to the social worker and the police officers that I'm feeling better, and that'll keep applying.

I then went inside the house to do some shaving just in case they take me back to the mental hospital.

I kinda accidentally made a few knicks in my face while shaving, I kept having to wipe away the blood so it doesn't look like self inflicted stuff.


Then my brother checked on me and hugged me, he said that we love you and we don't want you to go away. I thanked him repeatedly.

Then after that I gasped when I noticed that the time on my phone was 11:39am.

39 is a sign of an ammonite. I love ammonite so much. I've been seeing 39 lately.

Thanks for reading.

I also had a dream earlier today
that I won $1,212. I was going to save $1,000 then use the $212 for grocery shopping.
I was going to let my brother know about the $212 so we can shop at Walmart.

The time was already 11:38pm, it closed at 12, so we had to hurry. My mommy was getting my 2nd eldest sister ready.

But then I woke up from the dreamy.
I was kinda broken when I awoken because the money was just fallacy.

And the fact that I actually lost around that same amount weeks ago days after getting released from the Mental Hospital was fueling a lot of my anxiety.

Ironically, the loss from the casino and the no jobs employing me was the reason behind my depression posts on Instagram which lead to tye police showing up once again.

They (police and DCF guy) had asked if I wanted to go to the mental hospital to talk to someone, and I was like, maybe later.

And I assured them that I was feeling better.

Also the DCF guy asked if I go by something other than Alan, so I was like, oh, just Alan (:

We also discussed running and drinking water and stuff and how I drink water from the tap and the food scarcity.

But hopefully things would get better eventually. 

Sincerely,

Alan.

Thanks for reading.

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