well... Its been a little over three months now. Living in a converted motel 6- studio apartment. I have to pull my bed "out " at night.. and to be frank, I don't even bother- if I do, it just takes up my "living space".... so i've made fort on the couch. I've actually cut bathroom time in rations, only so that I can go into another "room" more frequently. There's no love machine here in Summerview. Only the occasional snore from next door can be heard..(walls are paper thin...which worries ma little, because there was an awful lot of crying coming from this apartment..but, hey I'm sure they weren't listening.. )..oh, and i hear the train every hour..

There is pain in my heart. And gloss over my eyes. But you know what they say whatever hurts, makes you stronger. So I'm getting there. I miss things before. The family i had. The chances I had to do things the right way.