Dear Heavenly, My situation has gone from bad to worse. My current roommate has stolen my phone and is hiding it somewhere in his filthy room (which is also the living room) and I couldnāt so much as text my friends or listen to music for days. Thank God for one of my lovers tracking my location and slipping me the new temporary phone that Iām using now to write to you. The roommate works inconsistent hours and works from home and after I fixed the bathroom and bed room door and put it back on its hinges he promptly āaccidentally knocked it off again.ā Despite that, it is now my lifeās mission to make this account my number one profile that I update damn near constantly. I trust word of mouth enough to trust that those who love and support me will find me here. The finances being collected here as essential for me because it it through them that I will be able to raise enough to put a deposit down on an apartment that FINALLY looked past my shit credit and approved me. Iām frightened, Iām uneasy, and Iām determined. This is not my end- this is my beginning.
