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I am so fucking sick of living out of my car. My backseat is a closet, my console is my filing cabinet/junk drawer, my cupholder is a jewelry box, my glove box is a medicine cabinet. Its comforting to know that other than I can make a getaway at any given time and have most of my essentials... although if I'm ever in a situation where I need to "get away" I'm guessing i'll have needs more essential than tums and makeup.
One month and its apartment time. And also, chris got a new truck today and will help me move my junk. :D ty!
so very tired. I think I'm wearing my body down rapidly, I'm not sick yet but I just feel broke down constantly.. on the verge of having the sniffles or a couch, but never full on sick. This has been for the past 2 weeks.
Puff the Magic Dragon is a really fucking sad song. I just realized that.
One month and its apartment time. And also, chris got a new truck today and will help me move my junk. :D ty!
so very tired. I think I'm wearing my body down rapidly, I'm not sick yet but I just feel broke down constantly.. on the verge of having the sniffles or a couch, but never full on sick. This has been for the past 2 weeks.
Puff the Magic Dragon is a really fucking sad song. I just realized that.