I should be...
I should be excited. Sure, stress is to be expected.
Hell, I don't even need it to be easy. I just want it to work out.
Instead of being excited, this is just another prime example of what a cluster fuck my life has been, and apparently always will be.
I see no feasible way for me to move to Greensboro with this house. This house that was supposed to be such a great symbol is nothing but a black cloud that is sucking my will to do anything. It is sucking all the happiness, and excitement and joy I should be feeling. I wonder why I have started lighting all these candles all of a sudden...the subconsious is a funny little thing.
I wish I could just move and let it fall into someone else's hands and not have the burden. There is no housing market and the way things are going there probably won't be for a very long time.
I am fucked.
Buyers remorse? I could write a book. I'd title it "I Regret Buying it Every Day of my Life". Or maybe "The Four Walls that Killed Me". Or maybe it could be a how-to book. "How to fuck up your life with $150,000 or less".
Drink down your gin and kerosene
Come spit on bridges with me
Just to keep us warm
Light a match to leave me be
Light a match to leave me be
I. Am. Fucked.
.com
Hell, I don't even need it to be easy. I just want it to work out.
Instead of being excited, this is just another prime example of what a cluster fuck my life has been, and apparently always will be.
I see no feasible way for me to move to Greensboro with this house. This house that was supposed to be such a great symbol is nothing but a black cloud that is sucking my will to do anything. It is sucking all the happiness, and excitement and joy I should be feeling. I wonder why I have started lighting all these candles all of a sudden...the subconsious is a funny little thing.
I wish I could just move and let it fall into someone else's hands and not have the burden. There is no housing market and the way things are going there probably won't be for a very long time.
I am fucked.
Buyers remorse? I could write a book. I'd title it "I Regret Buying it Every Day of my Life". Or maybe "The Four Walls that Killed Me". Or maybe it could be a how-to book. "How to fuck up your life with $150,000 or less".
Drink down your gin and kerosene
Come spit on bridges with me
Just to keep us warm
Light a match to leave me be
Light a match to leave me be
I. Am. Fucked.
.com