Trapped

I'm getting sicker and sicker, the mind takes it out on my body and so I'm a physically ill as well. My boss at the Fast-n-Eat, though seeming to understand, still needs me at work today. I've got to leave that place, it's only making things worse. The Snail is still mired in depression and hasn't even gone looking for a job, of course, being asleep all day doesn't help. One good thing about his depression, at least he doesn't yell at me like he does when he's manic. I see my psych next week and I have to tell him everything that's been happening, I'm a little afraid of what he's going to do... hospital, or worse, a group home comes to mind.