Sunday night was supposed to be the night I do my finances. Who gives a fuck. I can’t bring myself to do it tonight. I’ve been sitting in this living room in the dark for over an hour. I just don’t want to think about anything right now.

Nothing means shit until I have an apartment anyway. I will get on that this week. It really is something I’ve been putting off, hoping it would just go away but I can’t really put it off anymore. I need to be gone from my mom’s house long before Rick and Barb show up. God this is so depressing.

This house is creepy. I keep hearing noises coming from the kitchen. I’m sure it’s just the fridge but I’m still creeped.

I am so sad.