I need to move.
For real, I need to move, or rather, finish moving. I needed to do all of that months ago. I have been trying to move for months now. Half of my stuff is in boxes and in MIke's attic, of the remaining half of my belongings, half of THEM are in boxes which are scattered across the apartment and cannot be moved because I still sort of need the things in them. I am dependent upon other people to make it possible for me to move and it drives me crazy. I want to scream, cry, beat somebody up and run away all at the same time. There is even a part of my brain that thinks that I should just move back into my parents' house for the interim. Then the RATIONAL part of my brain screams that it's a really stupid idea.
I can't take this limbo anymore.
I can't take this limbo anymore.