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I feel so bad that I have not had the chance to pray for anyone for a few days. I am very exhausted, barely sleeping. They are making me do the whole bedbug protocol -- Boil your clothes and put in sealed plastic bags. Empty all your closets. A lot of my stuff is down at Jim's. Thank God for at least that break -- I have place to store my stuff until this is over -- could be a few weeks. Unbelievable. I hate living here. This is what happens when you're poor -- You have to live in a place where you can wake up at any time with bugs crawling over you. You could lose your clothes, your books -- Am so scared they will make me get rid of my beautiful books. All I have in the world, really, I bought curtains for the living room/dining room. Am taking them down and throwing them away. They are just another thing bedbugs can hide in. And the people -- I at least thought I had a few friends here I could count on, but I found out the hard way that nobody is my friend. Won't go into details here, but somebody on this floor hurt me very much, basically out of sheer spite. This is a person I invited over for Christmas Eve, went to visit in the hospital. Gave his girlfriend $125.00 for Christmas because she had no money to buy her kids presents. Another $42.00 to pay off her doctor's bill so she could get stress fractures in her feet looked at. Then Jim loaned her $250.00 so her kid could be in a pageant. Was nothing but good to him and his girlfriend, and he did not think of anything but his own stupid self and got me in trouble over nothing. See, that's the straw that just broke my back. I will be poor for the rest of my life, most likely. But just to have friends, loyal good friends -- then you find out they are petty, backstabbing, ungrateful and just plain old mean. (I can't blame his girlfriend so much, because he is the one who did it, but still -- Just the fact that I treated her like gold and him too... Anyway, please pray for me. I just can't live through any more, I can't. Just the cost alone -- vacuum cleaner, steamer, bags, $40.00 in quarters. And need more. Pray for me. I wish God would just let met go ... I hate it here. I hate my life. I wish I was never born. Lamb.
