We have until the 15th...

And then we are homeless. The electricity bill is due on the 5th we might not make that as well.

I refuse to call my brother again and ask for money. It's humiliating.

My unemployment just kicked back in so hopefully it will come in time to save us.

I'm not going to live in my car...I refuse. I can't put my girls though that. They already lived though Vance.

The panic and anxiety has reached an all time high...where is xanax when I need it. My mind goes in circles and it ends in one place...me vomiting. I fucking hate that.

Hey what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right?