THE POWER OF PONCH COMPELLS YOU!

[dolari]

I have not walked outside the house since late Sunday night. Last sunday. The 17th.

I have done nothing, and have nothing to show for it. I am stuck here, with no way out. I am alone, confused and, sometimes, frightened.

What in heaven's name pursuaded me to move back home? Why didn't I suffer New Girl and move in with Dean. At least there I had a fighting chance.

Ah. I remember now. I thought they'd changed. They did. TillI moved back in. Now I can't get out.

Yes, I'm getting morbid. I admit it. When you're locked up like a prisoner, there's nothing you can do.

Even when they leave, they make sure to not leave me with any transportation. And I've become too sad to walk out of the house. Especially if one of the neighbors lets them know the y"saw" me.

I'm stuck in the bear trap, the wound is infected, and I'm too weak to gnaw my own leg off.

I hate looking for jobs and not finding any. I hate looking for job, finding them, and being told I can't have them.

No one got a resume today.