Dear Depression

I see you keep trying to come back into my life. I don't really know how to say this, but things just aren't working out between us.

I'll admit, for the first few days, I felt a bit nostalgic about the whole thing. It reminded me of the past, all the times we had together.

Then I remembered that the times we had together sucked. You take and take and take without ever giving anything back, and you do nothing good for my life.

I'm sorry to say that I don't wish to see you anymore-- but don't worry, it's not you. It's me.

Sincerely,

Kelli

Must learn Korean...

You don't know me, but I'm Kelli.

I live in Koreatown under a psychotic landlady. Which, really, doesn't narrow things down at all. Pretty much anyone in Koreatown has a crazy landlord. But trust me, mine's pretty out there.

She keeps leaving what I assume to be threatening notes on our door. I do wish she'd translate them, but alas there's no luck there.

She runs around the apartment banging on everyone's door for rent money that we don't owe.

The sacrifices we make for cheap rent. Yelling, banging, sometimes throwing things....

But, you know what? For this price in LA... totally worth it.

... for now.