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[threeplusfire]

Asleep, I kept trying to cover my arms because of the cuts in the dream. When I woke up, there was nothing except for a little blood on my shirt. Perhaps I scratched my face in my sleep. Perhaps I knew it was coming.

Karen didn't pay her rent. I recieved a notice from the office requesting $509 by 6pm, going up each day after. At first, I hoped it was a mistake. Now I know better.

Melynda's rage is icy calm, far scarier in the long run. I am the fiery one, breaking glasses on the balcony to calm myself down. I picked up my prescription and some groceries, forcing myself to be a normal person. Now I'm sitting here wondering if I should continue to be an adult and just start the claims court paperwork, or if I should find her and commence beating her face into the pavement. Right now, right now.

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[quietexpression.livejournal.com]

Oh, damn. I can't believe she did that! Does the apartment know the situation?

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

I can't either. What an idiot, especially after all her talk about "wanting to repair her friendship with Melynda." Not that she gives a damn about me.

I told the apartment management everything that had happened, and while they were sympathetic they still want their money. Karen called this afternoon to ask how much she owed and hopefully she took care of it.

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[quietexpression.livejournal.com]

Did it get taken care of? I would't want anyone (um, namely, you) getting kicked out on the streets or anything.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Yes, it's been paid. Thank God.

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[quietexpression.livejournal.com]

Oh, good.