Unless you have seen a couple of my posts on Twitter, you don't know what kind of stress I am under. Mom and I have been cleaning for over a week, almost nearing two, just for an inspection from the landlord. We cleaned the house perfectly but that wasn't good enough for him, because he checked the garage and the space behind it (It's supposed to be a dog kennel, but we never used it as such, so it just kinda gathered leaves and twigs.) and he said they weren't clean enough and gave us until Friday the 23rd to have it cleaned perfectly. We spent hours bagging up garbage that my goddamn fucking schizophrenic stoner of a half-brother left in the kennel (on top of the natural leaves and twigs that had technically composted since then). and threw everything out of the garage. Didn't matter if the stuff could still be used, or if it was left from previous renters, we just threw it all. Monday evening was the last of the big stuff, and if it wasn't for people from Mom's church we wouldn't have got anything done before the Friday deadline

Here's the thing, I'm still paranoid that the bastard of a landlord is still going to evict us. He technically can't due to equal opportunity laws, and the fact that Mom's legally considered handicapped and on government assistance, but I've been dealing with anxiety and paranoia this whole fortnight and just have a feeling that he'd still want to throw us under the bus and have us evicted just because he can get more money by renting this place out to someone else.

Mom's got faith and has prayed about it, but that's the thing, I don't have that kind of support. I'm afraid of being homeless, I don't have anywhere else to go, and really doubt any family will help... They're all too busy with their lives, that's the only reason why I was able to help Mom and eventually get a job as her caretaker... I was the only one without a job at the time, I was living with my Sister at the time so I didn't have a house or apartment and I could move in and help... for the past four years, my life has kinda revolved around taking care of mom, and the threat of being evicted is just shaking me up in a way that I just can't cope with.

And that's on top of being too tired to do anything with my hobbies or related to the furry fandom. I've considered giving up on the whole artwork thing and quitting the fandom...

I just want this to be over, I can't continue with this stress... I'm stretched to my limits and I'm going to snap in one way or another.