The person who lives under the stairs is wonderful.
He barely eats anything except for some crackers.
He rubs my head really good whenever I’m stressed out which is a lot.
We were dating for a little while but I had to break it off and he was totally fine with that.
Oh and plus every day when I get home from work he makes sure there’s a magazine for me to read in the bathroom.
Once I was like Hey why do you smell like fishsticks? And he was like I don’t know! And we had a good laugh because what was up with that.
Sometimes I feel so horrible in my soul that I wish I didn’t have to be alive anymore.
But what can you do.