Dear Diary,
I am in a state of depression. I don’t think I can express what I’m feeling properly, everything is a bit of a haze.
Too many changes at one time?
I don’t know.
That can’t be it… I mean, I’ve done big changes before. This should be a piece of cake, but it’s not, and I don’t know why.
I’m really missing my daughter, I’m feeling more alone than ever.
I’ve decided to tap out. Living in my car and wandering about was the dumbest idea I’ve ever had. I feel like an idiot.
I’ve been looking on Zillow to see if I can find a place, or someone who needs a roommate, or going back to my old building. Of course, I have no furniture and I’m kicking myself for getting rid of everything. Maybe sleeping on the floor will be better than sleeping in this cold ass car!! GAHHH!! It’s so freaking cold out here.