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Even the games I play Aren't distracting me from the way I feel. It used to, but doesn't any longer.

I'm pissed off, sad, and feeling alone.

Patricia started a horrible rumor about me. I think that's a big part of the depression. I feel like I should stand up and say how wrong she is. How horrible of a person she is, but what's the point? I know I'm in the right, so what if she lies to everyone?

All the boxes are what my sister brought down from Indiana. While I was in NY, the dogs were supposed to be taken care of by my sister, but she left after three days. Apparently she did absolutely nothing while she was there. I called Patricia and begged her to go over and make sure the dogs were fed and had water.

Patricia texted me and said she was overwhelmed. She didn't know how hyper and loud dogs could be. She left within ten hours. She didn't even have the decency to tell me she left.

So she has gone around telling people that I live filthy, and I don't take care of my place or my dogs. I have one dog. Jaime, my neighbor was in NY with me. There was literally nothing we could do from where we were.

Why does her lies bother me so much?