Oh my god!! What is wrong with people? Every day I try and try to do what God would want me to do. To treat even the people who treat me like shit well. But I guess everyone comes to a breaking point where their niceness runs out. And mine is running pretty thin. Like extremely thin. I loved the fact that I had my own home. A place that I could try to keep as drama-free as possible. Now granted the situation with "player" had created a little bit of chaos. Well drama, that is. But I dealt with it. But then god pointed me in a path that I felt obligated to walk on. When "player" came back from New York I instantly ran to him and made the choice to once again be homeless. Just to be by his side. It ended up that some of his family took us in that didn't even know me. I was eternally grateful. But now the tables have turned. Not because of homelessness but kinda to help us all out financially. But two like men will butt heads and they sure have. Which is causing me more stress. Stress that I sure as hell don't need. My mind is already fifty shades of fucked up and this is making it worse. When does Aprel get to breathe? I am seriously considering moving to a place that has no inhabitants other than me. Preferably someplace warm, with sand and a gorgeous man that delivers me drinks with those little umbrellas. (He's doesn't live there only works there. And leaves by sundown.) Ahhhh, that would be the life.