Last day of July

The last day of July: extremely agitated. Money. No money. Lots of repairs. No money for them.

Pipi's fur is growing in. We're taking walks. I'm determined to get her better. Remember when I could speak deutsch many years ago at this time?

Delirium. So all over the place on the last day of summer eve. The Sunday of summer, August. Crying. Sadness

Maybe I shouldn't have taken off of work. I go into such dark places. That's not how I want to spend my days! Help. Help. Oh lead me to a better place.

So broken. How do I get out?

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