Sunday.

I've given up on leaf man, because nothing I could think of was awful enough for him to be caught for. Decided I'm going to write on here more. Slight update, if you will. So, I'm 25 in June. Awful. The day after my birthday I'll be closer to 30 than I am 20. Disgusting. And what have I done, thus far? Worked at Tesco for seven years. Got two A Levels. Doing a Uni course, going to do a degree. Learning to drive. Trying to write. Nothing serious, erotica mainly. But it helps with characterisation. Maybe I will continue with leaf man. Murder is pretty bad, maybe I'll have him as a serial killer. They like leaves. Word on the street. So yeah, my life is really fuckin' boring but I'm still going to write about it. So there.