
August 12, 2022
Every morning I wake up and I am angry. Because every morning, I open my bedroom door and smell the stench of days-old dog piss and shit. And I see days-old dog piss and shit. I do not understand how my 30-something roommates cannot see how fucking disgusting this home is. Maybe I will move somewhere with that new friend I met to avoid the mess of this place— I’ll take the least worst option, like I always fucking do.
What does it take to be able to have at least one good option? I genuinely do not know. I wish I did. I hate it here so goddamn much.
And now, of course, these dogs won’t stop barking…
I am trying very hard to have a good day today. I will fight tooth and nail to make sure that happens.
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I am a bit worried I won’t be able to get on disability or find affordable housing. If only someone told me when I was 15 I would need disability and affordable housing— I could have signed up and gotten housing by the time I turned 30 with these 15-year waitlists. I am so scared I don’t have anything in me to give, but I don’t have any other choices. It really does all comes down to a big fucking lack of choices, huh?
It reminds me of the quote I saw once, “My mom destroys me to watch me ask her for help.” My mom’s final act as my mother did exactly that— destroyed me. Only I finally learned, after 23 years, that she is a textbook narcissist who will not help me because it keeps me in her control. Kept me in her control. Not anymore. I also learned, after 23 years, to finally stop asking her for help.
I feel a bit better now getting that out of my mind and onto paper.
I am grateful for books, clean drinking water, and my bed.
Now, off to enjoy my day!
Later on August 12, 2022…
So, I tried to have a good day. I really did. But then I got fired from my job. No reason given. My boss was in tears and apologized for firing me. Literally how many more roadblocks can I take?
MetroWest Connection Hub cannot help me either, they don’t know of any organizations in my area who can help me.
Why bother trying? If it doesn’t pay off? I am so fucking sick of this bullshit. And fuck my boss for firing me and having the nerve to cry to my face about it. He had nothing to be crying about in that moment, the fucking dick.
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