What a difference a year makes
I know I haven't written in a long time. Probably because at first busy, I was working full time at BK. Long story short, was jumped outside my house from behind and now I have a broken left forarm that keeps infecting. So I haven't worked since June, owe August and now Septembers rent, and just overall disgusted because the landlord is taking me to court to evict me. When I had told him on the first of August although he knew what had happened to me before that. He told me not to worry, just get better etc. I'm just going crazy at home honestly. And my friends are trying to be I guess supportive and hang out, but I am so depressed and antisocial. I really want nothing to do with anyone....
I have a nurse that comes and changes my bandages on my arm and they asked me if I wanted a home health aid or a social worker or a therapist. I asked for all of the above and only got thr social worker. Although he has been helpful and has given me every letter from him that I said I needed, I think I do need the other two things honestly.
Jeff keeps getting mad at me because I am so negative but I can't help it. Everything is all fucked up and I can't seem to stop it. It's spiraling out of control. I know I'm gonna have to move, no question, but I just need time to save up to move. And I don't want to have it be like this again: my house is a mess and no one seems to care. I think about when I had the house the first two years, it was emaculate! I took care of it, it was mine and I loved it. Now it's almost four years later and look....I've lost almost everything because of some stupid bitch jumping me. And I have no idea what I'm gonna do honestly.
I suppose I could think positive: somehow I still have the cell phone on, the cable on, the car and the car insurance. The electric is on because I have a serious illness. I have the washer, dryer, sectional that is paid off and one more month and the bedroom set will be. I've done alot here over the years. If it wasn't for Jeff's income, I would have been fucked. But then again, if it wasn't for Jeff, I dunno if I would have gone outside and the events that ended up transpiring wouldn't have hasppened and I wouldn't be getting evicted.
But as I always say, everything happens for a reason. I wasn't happy anymore, I really wasn'y. Come home, place a mess, cats crying, no laundry done, dishes and dirty laundry everywhere. Trash all over, the smell of cat piss in the air (a combo if no one doing the cat litter and Jar for some reason loves to piss where Scott sits. I bought some yrine gone, but he keeps pissing there). Then fighting with Jeff every day all day, just because for some reason he has to be a "Klingon" (gotta cling on to me ALL THE TIME). He says these things to me that he knows upsets me like I'm gaining weight, why you gotta be so negative, stop thinking that, don't feel that way, why you blowing things out of proportion, shit like that that soooo pisses me off. Like I'm nothing. So I kinda resign myself to the fact that everything happens for a reson. And this is happening because I'm not happy.
Gloria is on the phone right now so I'm gonna go. Chow
I have a nurse that comes and changes my bandages on my arm and they asked me if I wanted a home health aid or a social worker or a therapist. I asked for all of the above and only got thr social worker. Although he has been helpful and has given me every letter from him that I said I needed, I think I do need the other two things honestly.
Jeff keeps getting mad at me because I am so negative but I can't help it. Everything is all fucked up and I can't seem to stop it. It's spiraling out of control. I know I'm gonna have to move, no question, but I just need time to save up to move. And I don't want to have it be like this again: my house is a mess and no one seems to care. I think about when I had the house the first two years, it was emaculate! I took care of it, it was mine and I loved it. Now it's almost four years later and look....I've lost almost everything because of some stupid bitch jumping me. And I have no idea what I'm gonna do honestly.
I suppose I could think positive: somehow I still have the cell phone on, the cable on, the car and the car insurance. The electric is on because I have a serious illness. I have the washer, dryer, sectional that is paid off and one more month and the bedroom set will be. I've done alot here over the years. If it wasn't for Jeff's income, I would have been fucked. But then again, if it wasn't for Jeff, I dunno if I would have gone outside and the events that ended up transpiring wouldn't have hasppened and I wouldn't be getting evicted.
But as I always say, everything happens for a reason. I wasn't happy anymore, I really wasn'y. Come home, place a mess, cats crying, no laundry done, dishes and dirty laundry everywhere. Trash all over, the smell of cat piss in the air (a combo if no one doing the cat litter and Jar for some reason loves to piss where Scott sits. I bought some yrine gone, but he keeps pissing there). Then fighting with Jeff every day all day, just because for some reason he has to be a "Klingon" (gotta cling on to me ALL THE TIME). He says these things to me that he knows upsets me like I'm gaining weight, why you gotta be so negative, stop thinking that, don't feel that way, why you blowing things out of proportion, shit like that that soooo pisses me off. Like I'm nothing. So I kinda resign myself to the fact that everything happens for a reson. And this is happening because I'm not happy.
Gloria is on the phone right now so I'm gonna go. Chow