I like it when you touch me, touch me.

I'm back again, finally. I wish I could say things have changed, but they may have just gotten worse. Money is beyond tight right now, so I have to get a second job. Adam and I never speak anymore, and I'm so afraid he's done with me. I've been very busy with work and trying hard to make it through each day.
Kelli moved in with us and I'm hoping that that was the right decision. I just don't know what to do anymore.
The depression is back, probably a by-product of little sleep, and the dismal weather today. I don't know how to get rid of it anymore.
I'm so tired all the time lately, but I never sleep.
I'm going to be so busy this weekend, and I'm pretty excited about it.
I contacted Tommy, and I'm going to stop by and see him tonight after Sara's birthday show. Just hope I have enough gas. I've missed him.

Um...

I keep painting on my walls. I can't stop. It's become an obsession. By the time I move out, I wont have any wall space left.

I should probably get back to work now.