Three Magic 8-Balls
So, the results are in and this Portland experiment is a failure.
I’m almost finished a freelance project which will pay for February’s rent. I don’t have a way to pay March’s. 363 more words
12 hours, 12 minutes ago
@Mr. Canada’s in Vancouver
I’m having yet another bad depression episode. Mr. Canada is in the kitchen trying to cheer me up. I don’t want to look up at him. 801 more words
1 week, 3 days ago
I often turn to writing when I’m depressed. It helps me process what I’m going through.
I don’t know. Maybe I just want a record of it. 811 more words
2 months, 3 weeks ago
I’ve been at Mr. Canada’s for a week. I go home tomorrow.
I feel like shit. I don’t think my meds are working. I think it might be time to try something new. 1,087 more words
3 months, 1 week ago
Disclosure: Let me just start by saying that I realize that I’m being a spoiled, privileged, dramatic bitch. I know there are people way worse off than me and I have a long, long way to go before hitting rock bottom. 1,399 more words
4 months, 1 week ago
Mr. C came over again. We had planned to trek over to Newberg to visit the family, so he could meet The Baby. But earlier in the week Lori told me that Mr. 1,037 more words
4 months, 2 weeks ago
Don’t make me get married.
Mr. Canada wants to marry me. He hints, cajoles and asks all the time. He claims to understand that I don’t want to but he thinks he’s going to wear me down. 828 more words
4 months, 4 weeks ago