i am home alone this weekend. a wee while ago i went out to rescue a frog my cat had brought in, and some random guy started talking to me in broken english just asking for a cigarette and that. a few minutes later he started knocking on my fucking window repeatedly.
i'm fucking shitscared right now. i rang my mum and cried and i have now rung the police because there's like no one who could come round and look after me, and they're sending an officer round when they can. i just really hate living on the ground floor, it's scary and i'm scared. yeah. fucking eloquence. i'm going to have a fag.