24 October 2005

I am realllyy fighting being down in the dumps again. I keep remembering how good it felt to be drunk all the time. Or rather, how good it was not to feel. I'm sick of being broke and knowing it and still trying to do the 'responsible' thing. I'm tired of being hungry. He's busy dealing with his car and saving for our cruise next year so we haven't been grocery shopping in forever. And I'm afraid to spend my money. You do the math. I have maybe one half way decent meal a day. Good thing I'm not living alone or I'd be at less than that.
Yet I'm still happier than I've ever been. Huh.

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