Desperation claws at my heart
Fights grow stronger
Fears ignite the tense air
The roomie and I are fighting. A lot.
I’ve been stressed and that tends to make me bitch.
Money problems are evil.
Plus, things are heating up with the boyfriend. Ahh. A real boyfriend.
Feels good to say. It just means I’m moving forward with my life and breaking out
of a vicious circle.