It's very early in the morning now, but I am halfway done with doing the laundry. I'm feeling depressed and anxious as of now. There was a strange happening near my place around 4:30 this morning. I don't know what was going on. There was one guy cussing and using a flashlight, like he was looking for someone. And then, in a few minutes, it looked like he dropped a box off at one of the apartments across the street from me. Maybe it's a drug deal that went wrong.

It seems like the more the days go by, the more I'm hating where I live. I've lived here for four years. It's been good, but of course not perfect, for three years. But since the new year there's been a lot going on that's wrong. It's like this place is cursed.