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I thought things were picking up, mostly.
I found a new place to move. With a backyard. And a puppy. And a room with ROOM. And a closet. And no boiler next to my head. Etc.
But Toby's foot isn't healing well at all.
And I had a panic attack while checking out the college I was thinking of applying to.
And then I got fired, again.
And my current roommates are all conspiring and talking shit on me.
And I'm pretty sure my boyfriend has only been dating me out of convenience due to the fact that I live with a bunch of his friends/bandmates.
And I feel fucking trapped and alone.
And I'm losing my mind a little.
WAH WAH WAH.
The End.
I found a new place to move. With a backyard. And a puppy. And a room with ROOM. And a closet. And no boiler next to my head. Etc.
But Toby's foot isn't healing well at all.
And I had a panic attack while checking out the college I was thinking of applying to.
And then I got fired, again.
And my current roommates are all conspiring and talking shit on me.
And I'm pretty sure my boyfriend has only been dating me out of convenience due to the fact that I live with a bunch of his friends/bandmates.
And I feel fucking trapped and alone.
And I'm losing my mind a little.
WAH WAH WAH.
The End.