Things Just Took A Nosedive,
and as luck would have it, I'm losing my apartment. I'm not really sure what I'm going to do next. I'm trying to be tough, but I'm scared to death -- I'm just thankful I have my job. If it weren't for that, I don't think I'd have any structure at all. So many things have worked out differently than I expected. It's been very chaotic, and I live in a constant state of confusion.
You know, I thought that after a great fall, you hit bottom and then rise up again. I feel like I keep slipping. Like the bottom keeps breaking open, revealing that there's further to fall, and below that level there's another, and another. It's unbelievable.
But I still don't think it's hopeless.