So the previous mention of an apartment with my (ex)boyfriend was a complete and utter failure. The place was a dump and our landlady was psycho; we moved out and had no choice but to move in with his parents...Christmas rolled along after a major fight but we had fixed that, or so I had thought...we had argued about moving too fast, and low and behold, on fuckin Christmas day, the best one I had in years, was ruined when he got down on one knee and proposed.

I dated the guy for TWO MONTHS...and he freakin asks me to marry him? I think not, kumquat.

That all went down in flames...then he tried to kill himself...I won't go into details but I had to drive back to Rock Springs to go to the hospital in a snow storm just to see him for ten minutes...to find out that he was going to be committed to the Wyoming Behavioral Institute in Casper for at the very least, a month.

So about 4 days later he shows up at my door to give me the rest of my junk that I had left downstairs. (Yeah, they live below where I do now, how awkward...) He said he was doing better, was on medical leave because he is now considered "mentally handicapped" which I think is EXTREME BULLSHIT! Then he told me to "have a nice life," and promptly left me standing on the doorstep without another word. Just like that. Threw it allllll away.

I was willing to work it out I guess, but not now. Fuuuuuuck. What a waste of time that was.

Anyway....my job is driving me insane; it sucks the soul right out of my eye sockets. Painful. Really it is. I want to look for something different to do and then maybe find my own place at the low income apartments....I dunno....Kinda want to just move away....Maybe to a different country....I dunno anymore. My life is pretty fucked up...

But please, enjoy the photos I'm about to upload. :]