total dear diary: 20 (The person who lives) »

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.