this doesn't feel very good.

it is officially hard out here for a girl going through a sixth move in four years and a transition to college, a breakup, etc.

i found myself yesterday not moving and not eating--and i love to eat! i have been having trouble sleeping recently [nightmares]. nothing feels really pleasant.

larry and i are at the gallows. he's already been staying over people's apartments and exhibiting other trashy behaviour. what am i supposed to do? he won't answer any of my calls and txts... just let it die, i say; it's happening.

did i mention that none of this feels very good?