Over this last December, my grandfather died, my childhood dog died and I was there to witness it, my mother and grandmother stopped talking so now both call me to vent (they're both also cluster B, its purely genetic, I'm a natural-born retard), I just got the news I have to find new living arrangements, my man lost his job and hasn't been able to land a new one (he also broke his leg which narrows down the work he qualifies for because he was a blue-collar laborer without a college degree) and I got a suprise promotion because my boss quit so I have to fake it until I make it 8 hours a day. I love the rain and cold but jesus fucking christ every year, with out fail since I turned 18, shit hits the fan in winter and I cant even enjoy it... I just wanna read a book, get a little high and enjoy the sound of the rain pattering on the roof god damnit.