heartstring's Journal

what i've done wrong today so far according to the word of mike:

got the wrong kind of deoderant, didn't get food he could eat because of his teeth being pulled, by the way i'm just writing this down to remind myself why i'm stil leaving. in case you haven't noticed, it's payday.  and now, it's usually his time to tell me about the things i got that he didn't want or just the wrong things. the rest of my money comes tomorrow and i'll call the motel to see if there's anything available.  i mean, once upon a time, payday was a day to look forward to.  it hasn't been in this house for many years. i actually dread it now because i usually have a screaming migraine before the end of the day.