Dear Diary,

Out off all the wishing, affirmations, and praying I do (daily), there’s still not one to stop witches @ Whole Foods, roaches in bed, and being forced into a run down car.

My parents grew up in the country, so stuff like roaches is no big deal to them, to me it’s incredibly horrific to have to even see them, or let alone have one drift your way while trying to rest. I’m so pissed...

I’m good at collecting rides, but no one is aware of bullshit I go through via having them. Most of the time I’m driving a not so (or at all car) for saving purposes, seemingly mystic balance shit, or perhaps just laying low. (I’ve seemingly spent my whole life laying low.)

As for the witches by way of Whole Foods, I don’t have much to say, except that I’m aware that they’re there, and I have to avoid them. I’m not sure what else to do.

Everything comes with a cost. I’m proof of that.

Gypsy Bill's Dear Diary