This kid fucked up so bad, I don't even know where to start.
My trust in him is more shattered than ever before. He is trying SO HARD to sabotage his treatment. That he SAYS he wants so bad. Yeah, Scumbag. I told him to pack his shit. He has no-place to go. He has about 48 hours to convince me I should let him stay.
I am in a million spaces of indecision. And my "life" with Jeckyll no nothing, not today. We have amicable nothing messages online.
I am a blot on something. I feel like a knot, waiting to be untied. I am running around a house (dream I had) trying to make sure every valuable is out of reach. Trying to keep a party from across the street from encroaching on our house and taking over.
I have really fucked up stress dreams, so there.
I am meeting with Jeckyll tomorrow, and I hope it is nice, and pleasant, and whatever. I don't want to cry anymore It doesn't get me anyplace good.