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Sometimes I stop and realise how utterly depressed I most likely am.
On the bright side:
I am moving out of the house for the first time. In a few days I will officially be living in the house and paying rent. It's surreal considering how much I have ranted about this house and how I thought it wouldn't happen for years.
The job isn't bad. It has it's moments but I'm doing okay.
I just noticed I have Sunday and Monday off this week and I didn't think I had Sunday which is fucking awesome because it means I can actually get drunk and have fun on Saturday.
My bed in the house is amazing.
A cat wandered into our lives at the house. She is amazing and if no one claims her I am keeping her. We are calling her Shiloh. I named her after Repo. I am currently printing posters to put up but I really hope no one calls for her.
I am DYING to get my tattoo and I HATE that I can't afford it now that I am FINALLY making money after half a year. It is PAINFUL.
Nothing else to say for now.
Wish I could just turn off this fucking sadness.
I know that's really fucking emo but I'm so sick of everything affecting me so deeply.
I wish I could see the future.
At least I'll be living in a house with my two best friends.
On the bright side:
I am moving out of the house for the first time. In a few days I will officially be living in the house and paying rent. It's surreal considering how much I have ranted about this house and how I thought it wouldn't happen for years.
The job isn't bad. It has it's moments but I'm doing okay.
I just noticed I have Sunday and Monday off this week and I didn't think I had Sunday which is fucking awesome because it means I can actually get drunk and have fun on Saturday.
My bed in the house is amazing.
A cat wandered into our lives at the house. She is amazing and if no one claims her I am keeping her. We are calling her Shiloh. I named her after Repo. I am currently printing posters to put up but I really hope no one calls for her.
I am DYING to get my tattoo and I HATE that I can't afford it now that I am FINALLY making money after half a year. It is PAINFUL.
Nothing else to say for now.
Wish I could just turn off this fucking sadness.
I know that's really fucking emo but I'm so sick of everything affecting me so deeply.
I wish I could see the future.
At least I'll be living in a house with my two best friends.