I want to get out of here. I want to have a car, finally get a steady paycheck again, and I most of all I want my puppy with me. I miss Spaz so much. I wish he was here to comfort me. Things just seem so much better when he's around, and I haven't seen him for about a month. I know I get upset with him, but I just love him so much. I can't do this for much longer. I hate walking on eggshells with my roommate. I swear to go that she's bipolar and I can never say the right thing around her. I am just so sick of being judged every second of the day. Sometimes I just want to scream at her and tell her to get over herself. I can see now why her ol