Another month, another set of fucking bills. Getting behind on rent and landlord is starting to get itchy. Need to go on a run or two soon.
About ready to kidnap the neighbor’s cat and donate its guts to a violin bow factory. Plumbing still leaking. Sleep is hard enough as is.
Outfits starting to show wear and tear. Just makes meeting new contacts even harder. If my father saw me like this, he’d point and laugh at me for a year straight. Mother would probably just cry.
I am beginning to find this city… distasteful.