Once again…

Dear reader I am writing to you drunk. At the bar. Alone as always. And knowing i will cry about it on the way home so that no one hears…

Work has been difficult…theyve tried to make me a boss.. and while I can be a bad ass chick who runs circles around everyone else…

I’m afraid that my compassion for others isnt enough to be a boss.

In other news…I’m afraid that any woman I speak too will press charges against me…so I stay alone and lonely.

…..my car broke down again and then I lost my car keys..

So after spending half my savings I had to spend even more just so I could get into my apartment…

I havent been able to sleep because I’m worried about who has my keys…I know my car got looked thru..nothing was stolen…

I keep wondering where R is. If he’s still alive hes in his 80s but I know without a doubt that he would have a following

And that following would be able and more than willing to fix my issues….

So I stayed awake despite stress of work and despite the physical exhaustion …because at any moment that door lock could move…

And my relief would come..

I made a bargain with some very special people a very long time ago. And honestly I’m very close to wanting my death

Author: PuppyPuppy

D.I.D. , writer, stagehand