05.08.02
| 5:50 p.m.
Fuck it all
Things were going too good. I knew it would get worse... sooner or later. I just wish it hadn't been so soon.
I have cried my eyes out since my Baby Girl left, and now I have learned that neither one of us has a job. We have less than a month to come up with an ass load of money to pay the rent.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. There's no telling what lengths I will go to...
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