Leapfrog00
Member
I honestly don't know why I try. This whole year has been a disaster. Last year I was living with a narcissist. I ended up living on the street for a few months, then I was diagnosed with diabetes, and I broke my foot. I moved into an apartment with cockroaches, Gnats everywhere, and the floors are made of cement. I've written 7 books since last year, 4 as part of a book series, I know they probably suck. I can't afford to buy food, I don't feel well enough to work. My apartment is income based, but I'm soon going to be evicted because I can't get the floors clean or the bugs out of there, which I'm responsible for. I have no friends. I have no one. I should just give up, right? I'm cursed. I have no strength to do anything anymore. I'm sick all the time. My asthma is all flared up. I just found out I have sleep apnea. I'll be out on the street soon. think it's safe to say nothing is working out.