12.04.08

It's been over a month since I've written. Things are really bad. Bing isn't making any money and it's up to me and my shitty restaurant job to support us.

I'm losing my mind. As soon as I get a check, there it goes. I can't deal with another day of his crazy landlord knocking down our door.

The shower faucet is leaking again. This time, really bad. It's creating a vertical forest of mold on the shitty wallpaper.

It will probably kill me.