I currently have a whopping 3 socks. Not 3-pairs of socks. 3 socks. One has a hole in them. So, 2 socks. I have 2 socks. 1 of those socks is dirty and stinky. I have 1 clean and whole sock. But Bonnie knows best, right? Bonnie to the rescue!
She left me with a laundry basket of mismatched clothes. That’s what I have to live out of for now. I cannot keep living out of a laundry basket on someone’s couch. I cannot do it anymore. I’m going insane. I am trying so hard to get my shit together and to go treatment. I can’t even hold down a 9-5 job. I don’t know why people expect me to go to treatment 5 days a week for 30 hours a week. Sure, it’s not work but I cannot handle structure like this. My stupid useless fucking mind and body doesn’t handle structure well.
I want something to drink other than water and coffee! I can’t even walk to Kwik Trip. NO SOCKS!
FUCK MY LIFE!
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