What's wrong with me comes down to one major thing. I have no control over my life. I just got back from trying to hang out with Clarisa, and she called me after the fact to tell me that she's never met anyone so controlled in her life and it's really making her lose all feelings for me. And she's absolutely right ( Read more... )

 I have no idea what to do.

The only place I know of that I can afford doesn't allow children, and "afford" is relative.

We have a refrigerator that's full of food, though some of it is so old it needs to be thrown out, that the kids wont eat.  I do not know what to feed them. I don't know how to keep them in their room at night without pulling off ( Read more... )

Right now I'm sitting on a used couch that folds out into a futon like matress. It sits between an old leather couch that might be a love seat. I don't know when a couch is small enough to be a love seat. And another couch I bought second hand. It's a matter of opinion on which is more beat up.

That first couch, the one I'm laying on, is also my bed ( Read more... )