monster 》l.s

1.3

03.25.2014

dear faith,

how are things for you? things are going okay for me. i lost my job, too many days off i suppose. i was going to quit anyway, i wasn't happy there. but i still need a job. louis started to stress about it, no money equals him not getting his medication, and no medication equals unhappy louis. his medication is expensive, like twenty dollars per bottle; which he needs three bottles. sixty dollars. i swear, if donald trump becomes president, i'm honestly fucked. 

anyway, i really love writing in here, it's somehow soothing because it takes me away from the real world. stress isn't a question in here, but the stress never fully goes away. like right now, i burnt our lunch, louis dropped my favorite mug of tea for the second time, and i'm really depressed because again, i was denied for another job. this one paid the least, but as long as i try my hardest, maybe lie a little, i just need to find a job to provide for our family. 

i've been meaning to say that i've been thinking of proposing to louis soon, of course when i get the money to. i probably said that already, but i really think i should do it because he deserves it. he deserves to be happy. 

i wanna be happy too. 

love, always
harry