And so it's over before it even starts.

Three days in. Three. fucking. days. in. And I have another lashout, forcing the guy who was keeping a roof over my head here in Dallas to say "It's not doing any good here, you need to go back to California".

It's a lot more complicated than that, but essentially, all I should need to say is that he's justified in his reasons and I'm now treading on the thinnest of ice everywhere in my life...


god, I feel so damn worthless..