I Couldn't even be fucked to get a fork. Been kicked out of my house and the separation is final. Massive scenes. Lost my dogs, my place in France, the decent car. Fuck all that. Not important. To all of those who in the past in school that and said I wouldn't amount to anything then screw you. When I left home at 16 I thought you needed a knife and a fork to eat beans but I know now that a fucking knife will do cause I'm starving. I'll tip the beans straight into my mouth I have to. II always knew that but it's like an epiphany. I'm never losing at life again. Nothing beats having next to fuck all trust me. Your possessions end up owning you. Fact. A fact that makes you unhappy trying to hold on to them. Look how happy I am now. I'm choosing Pickem and going to sleep. I'm fucking winning.