So I worked today. That's pretty dull. I had to drive an hour away to go pay the rent on an apartment I don't even live in any more. We had to break the lease and move because my boyfriend was in the hospital and I couldn't pay for it at the current job I held. So we moved and I got a better job, but because I'm currently living with my parents and my boyfriend has to pay rent at the place he is living, I get to pay the whole rent at the old apartment. It leaves me with $20 a month for food and play money. Not much. It's okay though, the old apartment was very bad. It was cursed or something. It felt like something bad happened there once, and with my boyfriend's bipolar disorder, it was feeding off of us or something. Ever since we moved in, all of our cars have had "accidents" and "problems" that cost us a fortune. Towards the end, right before we moved, we were waking up with weird scratches and bruises on our chests, necks, and faces. I'm very happy we moved.
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