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Aug. 2nd, 2001 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariI'm very worried. My 401k money hasn't come through yet. That means no rent. And that's due tomorrow.
I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown, right now. This year, I've lost my lover, my job, my pet, I'm about to lose my house (either tomorrow, or in a month) and my freedom. There's little precious else for it to take. This year wants me dead, and it's got me by the throat. I hate 2001. When 2001 is over, I'm going to get every 2001 calendar I can find and burn it. I will most likely burn every copy of 2001 I can find, as well.
You think I'm kidding...
I hate going to bed worried.
I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown, right now. This year, I've lost my lover, my job, my pet, I'm about to lose my house (either tomorrow, or in a month) and my freedom. There's little precious else for it to take. This year wants me dead, and it's got me by the throat. I hate 2001. When 2001 is over, I'm going to get every 2001 calendar I can find and burn it. I will most likely burn every copy of 2001 I can find, as well.
You think I'm kidding...
I hate going to bed worried.
