The walls come crashing down

Jun 13, 2005 03:10

My optimism got the best of me. Or the worst of me. Or something.

Andrew will not be moving in, as he attained an acting job, and he will have to relocate. And I have to talk to my landlord in a week from now. Perfect timing. I'm not mad at him about it, I think it's an awesome opportunity for him, and I wouldn't expect him not to take it for any reason. Good for him. Although I do wish he would have told me a bit earlier. Then maybe I'd have some chance of finding another person to move in, and I wouldn't be without an apartment.

I will never understand why shit like this happens. It's so unecessary for things to fall apart at the very last possible minute, and completely screw me in the ass. I have no idea what I'm going to do now. I don't want to move in with my dad and sister, but I don't want to move to Ronkonkoma. I want to stay right here, in this nice apartment, in this nice neighborhood, 45 minutes away from manhattan by train, a short walk to the closest bus stop, and close to my friends. I want to stay RIGHT HERE.

So if anyone knows ANYONE who needs to move very soon, and who has a steady full-time job, and who can afford to pay rent... PLEASE, I AM BEGGING YOU... let me know. God help me.

"You are a victim of the rules you live by."
--Jenny Holzer
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