So, I find an apartment...

and crash again.
I am so sick of this. I'm sick of crying and feeling like shite and being unable to write because I can't call anyone up in this state. I don't care than my aunt says it's important for my mental health (she's right) because right now I'd sell my soul to Stalin just to make this stop.

I'm moving in Saturday, by the way. It's a really nice apartment.

So, I find an apartment...

and crash again.
I am so sick of this. I'm sick of crying and feeling like shite and being unable to write because I can't call anyone up in this state. I don't care than my aunt says it's important for my mental health (she's right) because right now I'd sell my soul to Stalin just to make this stop.

I'm moving in Saturday, by the way. It's a really nice apartment.