I cried most of the day. Didn't get out of bed much. Only ate once. Did no packing. Ignored the poor dogs outside my bedroom door. Would have ignored Jayden if he'd let me. I hate my life. It's too difficult. Painful. Sad. There's too much struggle and I can't see me ever having comfort or real happiness. I want to give up.
Hoping to hear back from the owners of a lil house I looked at on Christmas Eve. Gave them my last $25 for the credit check. I impressed the guy showing the place, but on the application I don't look as good.