Dear Diary,
The eviction notice was hung this morning. I have no idea if or how I’m going to save our home. The power was cut off yesterday. The good news is that I think I found a job bartending. Additionally, I have two potential homes to clean. I’m waiting for confirmation from the potential clients about appointments to get started. I want to scream, cry, bury my head in the sand. I’m not even sure. I don’t blame him for my choices but I completely feel like the choice to be with him was the undoing of every area of my life. I don’t think I’ve ever been this low. I’m freaking out. I know I have to just do what I can do. I have an appointment booked in the morning. Tonight I need to focus on my siblings. Hopefully it all comes together.
Diary of a Low Life 