Phoenix Burning

I feel hateful and horrible tonight. I had a nightmare of a week, and I can't take anything else. So of course, the disgusting pigs in my building have to fuck with me. I never get a fucking break. It's one thing after another. So, I am having a sink-or-swim moment. I'm seriously considering moving back in with my parents. It would be like prison, but I've heard there is a certain safety to that sort of monotony. Locked up in solitary.....yes, I am that desperate. I'm sorry there isn't an easy solution. Trust me, if my parents had a spare house sitting around, I'd take it. But, I'm not that lucky. I left West Chester after a series of gruesome incidents back in 2000-2001. I left my alcoholic, drug abusing husband back in 2007 after trying to commit suicide. I lived. My life has never been easy, but I'm here. I've learned a lot. For one thing, NO ONE is indispensable. If you are killing me, I will leave your ass behind. For another, the things I am most afraid to do are the ones that most need doing. Also, never kick me when I'm down. "Out of the ash, I rise with my red hair, and I eat men like air." And that goes double for snotty, bitchy, spoiled girls.