I know I said yesterday that everything was okay, but it's really not...
The thing is... I feel like everything that's happened has been my fault... If it weren't my fault that I'm broke and homeless, WHY is this the second time that's happened? If it weren't my fault that Jake spontaneously became a monster, why have so many other nice, normal, kind-hearted people become so nasty and cruel while I was a major influence in their lives?
And if I'm really as fucked up as all that, how the hell am I supposed to make anything like a decent mother? Jake was right. I am a horrible mother. I can't do this. I just can't do this.
I have to go.
~Helena*