If I thought things couldn't get worse, what with my sister dying and having to live in Florida and giving up my career, I was wrong.
At least I had a decent bra.

Now, I can't even pay my rent, let alone buy new clothes. Why? I trusted my boyfriend. I'd supported him for a few months while we were together, and my dad even paid his rent while I was getting things ready for him to move here. We were together for almost/over a year (depending on how you look at things). Then I quit my shitty shitty job and he said he'd take care of me, so I made decisions and based everything around relying on him. It only took me 2 weeks to find another job, which paid quite a bit less, but still just enough for me to pay my half. The night after my first day at work, he told me he was leaving me. He "couldnt take it anymore," even though I thought we were happy. I had no idea. So he flew off to Texas, leaving me totally broken. So last night, I did my laundry for the first time in a few months (laundry was his chore), and my bra went missing at the laundromat. If anyone sees it, let me know. hahaha.




All in all, I've come to a few realizations:
1. Everyone, everyone, will fuck you over if given the chance.
2. The level of fucked-over-ness is in direct relation to how much you have helped/given that particular person.
3. Fuck people.