I am loathing the day…

My mood has taken a turn for the darker of them. My heart breaking all over again.

I thought I’d try to express this poetically but I need a shower to wash the filth from my mind.

I’m going to use the last of my funds to rent a truck and move my shit out this woman’s apartment. I have a strong distaste for bugs, so I can tell if bugs are crawling over me or if I am reacting negativity. I feel used after paying this women to live here. I knew it, I knew I shouldn’t have taken this room but NO!! I wanted to trust her and not be on the damn street.

I don’t have many clothes now I’m sure my shit covered with her bugs or her prior roommates bugs. I’m gonna have a damn heart attack for being so mad. What am I supposed to do! I have to wait it out. Six hours before uhaul opens, six hours until I take what funds I have from my stocks that are plummeting before my eyes.

Now I’m watching one of the neighbors who seems to be intoxicated, high on something. Have no patience but I’m holding my composure. Two weeks and 400$ later I’m in worse condition than I was when I moved into this place. Fuck life.

I’ve had it. I’m done.

Fuck the world,

No, forgive me… I will not give in or give up. Survive and move on, this isn’t the worst that’s happened.

I always bounce back, right?!