Yeah. I got arrested again today, then released on an undertaking. I'll explain what occurred, but I was lucky not to have been kept in the police station until Monday.

On Wednesday morning, I got arrested for contacting Joanna on Facebook. And I sent apology messages to Sara as well. That is all they even were. But despite not saying anything nasty to them since July, I've had strict orders never to contact them since 12 August, thus if I do that, they just grass me up to the pigs. So I was out all of that day, feeling very cold and tired, plus scared.

I knew that I would get the cops back at the door. So I eventually I got tired and they know where my one friend and family members stay, so I was pretty much screwed. There is no way you can sleep in a park wearing a thin jacket. Then they came and got me on Wednesday night. The next day in court, I was in the holding cells all day until my hearing, but the good news is that my final hearing is on 29 January as opposed to 20 March.

Anyway, last night, I feared another arrest since the previous arrest was only about Joanna, even though contacting the women at the same time was the same type of incident. However, the law sees that as two separate issues because it is two complaints. And being that it was Friday yesterday, I did not want a long stay in the police station if I had been apprehended.

I was in a restroom last night which cost me something like £55 and I left it at 11 AM to go to a bakery. And I was just crossing the road, when the cops got me. They made out they just wanted to take me to the hospital. Now, I reckon they somehow tracked my phone, as I got a text from some copper already saying I was reported as missing, but I do not know who said that. It seems like a funny coincidence they were just there. Huh?

Well, after I was in the hospital waiting to be seen by a doctor, they were getting confirmed about me breaching my bail, which I suspected was the case despite them not saying anything. I was sitting there playing music in the hospital's waiting lounge. I happened to turn my music off and one of them commented about a pink slip. That's their code for a detention.

So, I've been charged 8 times (yes - 8 times) in under a year, all because that company lied and I've reacted horribly to those lies.

I'm happy to discuss this, but what's the point? I'm really never gonna be able to move on. I've got court on Thursday and this has damaged my mental health. The company still has the cheek to offer me support, too.

Screw that. Would you want to work with an agency that instigated all this anguish?