stupid housing search, making me depressed
| | This being tough sucks ass, I hate it. Its nearly the end of July, and I don't yet have a place to live, and its really freaking me out, sincerely bothering me. I want this shit settled and I want it settled now! I keep imagining myself spending fall quarter commuting from my parents house and it makes me so depressed I don't have the words to describe it. God, please don't let me go back, please please please. This would be the part where I go cry to Frank, but of course we're not talking so I have to be tough, and I hate it. I guess some part of me thought that once I had found frank I would never have to be tough like this again, because I loved him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, but of course, he doesn't feel the same... I can't believe I am tempted to cry about this, my god Frank and I broke up... at the end of March! (maybe not for real until early May, and I guess not entirely until a few weeks ago, but still its been time I can't be weepy like this) All I feel is alone, and potentially homeless... but mostly just alone. (stupid romantic comedies) I hate this vacation, all it is doing is making me more sad, at least when I had work to take up time, I didn't have to think about how essentially empty my life is. Argh I can't continue this, I need Kleenex and the counting crows.
posted by Amber at 5:14 PM
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