I found a little bit of house book from an old share house from years ago.
Identifying details, poems, anything which might be copyright, obliterated.

Thursday 16th June

Hello. Poor house book must be feeling lonely. Maybe there should be a house-bookess to keep him company.

Life is like a vacuum cleaner, it sucks.

Boredom, the natural part of life. [It's not that I don't enjoy staying here, its that I'm just not suited to a place like this any more. It's too busy.]

The front and back balconies are looking better and better every day.

So little to do, so much time. I HATE LIFE (poem involving various kinds of demise deleted)

by the house guest

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