Sitting in my old Hoppers house, I have not felt so depressed in a long time. This is probably the last time I'm going to sit in this bed, in this room, in this house. People are coming to inspect my house, strangers, nobodies. This is all I've known for so long and I don't want to change; I don't accept change. Why do I have no say or control in the outcomes in my life anymore ?
