17st in A Nice Dream On Elm Street

Moved out of grandma’s and I’ll be living with my brother and his wife for the next year.
Or more accurately, they’ll be living here while they save up for the next year.
It’s a really nice house; I know what they mean when they say cozy now.
Too nice of a house to be depressed in, really.
Jarrods getting worse, simped hard for some whore and he’s living hell everyday.
I try to be “there” and be a good friend but there’s only so many whore tales I can stand to sit through. I’ve had a friend at work for the past forever though, he worked there from 2015 to 2017 and came back about 3 years ago. He’s a recovering schizophrenic I get a long with pretty well. As I get older it’s like “Shit at least keep someone around you can talk to.”
I’m ok, be good.