i don't know what's gonna happen. i don't know where i'll go. in a few weeks, there will be a total transformation in my life. i need to do some drastic action so i can have some kind of future. i need a place to live in that won't have psychos and i need a new job that won't have weirdos. my boss is selling the company and i'll lose my job, obviously. i am not in good terms with my baby's daddy so i need to leave soon so i'll have peace. when it rains, it pours...tsk tsk tsk tsk...

why is it that when you think you're ok, something or someone fucks it up? why is it that when you think everything is perfect, something or someone spoils it for you? one day, i must have answers to these questions. i can't always be questioning circumstances. i might not be able to provide answers later on.

for now, i will leave everything to fate...