I feel like my life is in a fast downward spiral, as if it can get any lower. I keep working on the property, but I keep questioning myself why, why do this when I don’t even know if I’ll be here in a mouth or so. Wish I just had some kind of assurance that the dogs and I don’t have to, fuck, I don’t know, I just don’t fucking know. I have no-one to talk to about it. It’s a feeling of complete and total loss. To top it off, I’m fucking broke.