029 [Private; Hackable]
I was going to stay home and relax for the holiday, but there are baby toys in my bed. I woke up with a train embedded in my spleen this morning.
...Matthias is a great kid and I really appreciate that Maraich keeps the place up while I'm not there, but that apartment just wasn't meant for three people. I can't maneuver without running into something that isn't mine. His clothes are in my hamper, his food is in my fridge, there are diapers in my trash, and... baby bottles, cans of baby food, everywhere. Formula. I'm paying because he doesn't have US currency.
Why am I still doing this? He has his own place; it's perfectly fine, and not being renovated, as we established in court, but I can't just kick him out. I mean, I could, and it would be well within my rights, but... I can't.
I keep thinking about when I found him, handcuffed and on the floor. And being held at gunpoint. I wish it was a dream. With everything else... sometimes it feels like one.
Too many things have been happening within the last few months. Just... too many. People dying, having our wills stripped time and again. Ghosts... gods... Valentine's Day. All since I joined that community. And yet I'm still here.
Thinking about it makes my head hurt.
...Matthias is a great kid and I really appreciate that Maraich keeps the place up while I'm not there, but that apartment just wasn't meant for three people. I can't maneuver without running into something that isn't mine. His clothes are in my hamper, his food is in my fridge, there are diapers in my trash, and... baby bottles, cans of baby food, everywhere. Formula. I'm paying because he doesn't have US currency.
Why am I still doing this? He has his own place; it's perfectly fine, and not being renovated, as we established in court, but I can't just kick him out. I mean, I could, and it would be well within my rights, but... I can't.
I keep thinking about when I found him, handcuffed and on the floor. And being held at gunpoint. I wish it was a dream. With everything else... sometimes it feels like one.
Too many things have been happening within the last few months. Just... too many. People dying, having our wills stripped time and again. Ghosts... gods... Valentine's Day. All since I joined that community. And yet I'm still here.
Thinking about it makes my head hurt.