When It Rains It Pours

So. In the last four weeks. I have lost an extremely important relationship, realized that the guy in the relationship was cheating on me, almost lost a friend to suicide, and just lost a really close  friend due to the simple fact that I wouldn’t sleep with him. Only to find out that the whole reason he started talking to me again was because he wanted in my pants. The rest was just words. My mother has gotten, and lost, two jobs. We can hardly eat. I can’t get out of the house to blow off steam because I can’t use the gas.

And people wonder why I’m unstable right now and trying to find someone, anyone, to talk to.