So, here I am borrowing money for rent. Not a fan of that. Certain people around here don't seem to help. Don't want to name any names. It gets quiet around here. Real quiet before the anger. Fits of rage. Not from me, but just in general. It hurts to wake up, because I over sleep. I don't do much to contribute, but what I have done is pretty nice. I should be grateful for what I have put together, but that's hard to do when none of this is doing anything for me. I put my heart into it, and i've gotten nothing back, yet.
Oh, wait. I take that back. I have gotten something back. I've gotten yelled at. A whole ton of negative energy that's just being spewed upon me every couple of minutes. It's hard to even write about it, because I feel as though someone might be looking over my shoulder. It probably sounds to the average reader as though I'm wining or bitching, but you know, why is that such a bad thing?
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