I can’t take living with unempathic, abusive parasites any more. I’m struggling so much right now. Talking to the person who allows me to sleep on his floor is like talking to some horrible Oliver Twist character. People like him really make me want to quit life. I don’t understand callousness. I don’t understand cruelty. Maybe I’m not cut out for this world. If anyone ever closes the windows or the doors while you’re crying so “the neighbors won’t hear”–RUN! Run like the wind!