Sara,

You no longer exist here. Your things, all of your things are downstairs safely put away in storage unit 208. You are able to get those things yourself. I’m sorry if you have nowhere to go, but you made it abundantly clear that you are not going to be here. When you walked out of my apartment last night it really was the last time you wee ever going to be touching the inside door handle. You can not stay here for a week. I will not have that kind of stress, mistrust, and animosity in my apartment any longer. Remember, I didn’t throw you out, or even ask you to leave; you left of your own accord. I see hope things are now, I can see exactly how you operate. You can knock, call, or beg through the door, you are now on your own. I gave you over 2 months to even go out 1 time to go and look for gainful employment, all that resulted was a blank KFC application. I gave you everything I could, but I can give no longer. I gave you 100% trust and respect, and all I received in return was lies, mistrust, disrespect, playing sides, placation, uncleanliness, laziness, and many many more atrocious qualities that I’d never expect from someone that claims to be in such high stature. You never took the time to get to know me, but I let you get away with murder with me. Don’t think I don’t know everything You were nothing more than another mere charity case to me. You are no longer welcome here. Will strongly wishes you took the opportunities we gave you, now all he has to say is “Tighten up!” I wish you the best of luck in all of your future endeavors. Don’t ever come here again.

Best Regards,
J.T.