The supervision requirements I got sentenced to as far back as 2015 over that crap to do with my former support workers finally ended last week. Thank goodness for that. They were really holding me down. The orders were amended by this (sometimes awkward) guy who monitored me, so I couldn't let him know I was accessing social media, like Facebook and Twitter. Yet these are the only websites where you can find steady work as an extra in films. The professional ones like Mad Dog Casting and all that very seldom have anything to apply for, so you mostly have to land roles in no budget stuff.

I had problems with some actress ages ago, called Nicolette McKeown. She is some cosplayer who is really just another snooty shitbag, who later cost me a part in an independent movie by messaging the director who I didn't even know at the time, just because I said something honest that had no business being posted to her Twitter account, and I hope this won't be a habitual thing with her either, as she seems to know a lot of local film makers, and it's not often feature films get shot where I reside (and trying to prove she slanders me is impossible unless she publicly talked about me, but it would continue to be done in private emails). It's really annoying when spiteful jerks like the ones you can find online try to cause a butterfly effect in your life, as I've certainly had quite a few trolls to deal with in my time. But due to her reporting me last year, it ended up causing another court barmy. So thank heavens the orders are done with now.

I now have a support worker from Casablanca, who is very nice. We went for a walk last week. While I do miss the variety of support I had a long time ago, I'm now accepting that things have changed, and as sad as it is, we just have to go with the flow and meet new people. I'm only working with guys now, because I won't develop romantic feelings for another man.

Unfortunately, I'm going to be stuck at my family's house for some unspecified amount of time while I wait on alternate accommodation. and it is a real mess. My sister had to move her property out of her flat and give up the tenancy, so all her junk is practically strewn about everywhere. She's had a lot of problems to put up with, so it is hard for her to cope with life as well. Let's just leave it at that.

But, yeah. Screw Sara, Joanna, Laura, that actress, and all the other scum buckets who knowingly tried to bring me down over the past several years. I'm a survivor. They can eat my dust. We need to confide in unity here, and forget about those who don't help us.