S.O.S.

He left. He wasn't happy. Had been lying for years. I have to decide to move back with my mom or try to figure out how to afford this expensive apartment that was supposed to be our future without him. We don't even have rent paid for this month, Our Bum literally lost his money (only half of what it was supposed to be by the way) and I'm not sure what is going to happen. I am drunk. I am not alone, thankfully, but the Brat is asleep and I'm sure she'll have to leave in the morning leaving me alone. Everyone has been worried about me being alone, even him. That's where he's been staying, her place, the Brat. No, she's not the problem. His girlfriend would be the problem, Betty. Yeah. I'll give you my phone number doppelganger, at least the one I can be found at for the moment. I don't know how to say more. I don't know how to do more. I don't know how to be more. I need another drink.