What I’ve done in this life or previous to piss off whatever god or demigod or evil spirit whom has decided to punish me in such a manner as to cause my roof to leak through my attic floor into my bedroom right where my head rests at night.

I’m not sure why I let myself start to think that perhaps things were beginning to look up. That things were going to get better.

I am completely and profoundly sure that there isn’t much more I can take. There isn’t much more that will not send me completely over the edge.

Running away to the middle of no where to hide under a rock is starting to feel like a good idea.

Thank you. Goodnight.