Back here again.
Since I feel like I'm in a place to stop an reexamine my life, firing up the old Livejournal seems to be the way to go.
I'm pretty sad right now. Melancholy.
Been living with a couple close friends, finally a stable, non-toxic home and financial life. For about three months.
About a week ago, they dropped the bomb that they're moving out.
Both of them, together.
And I'm trying to work out who I could possibly rent out their rooms to in order to stay financially stable and I'm trying to reassure myself that they're not doing this to screw me over, and that they're not running off to start a new life together and leaving me here to rot because they don't want me around anymore, and all of that's hard enough.
But those two are my home. I won't have a home anymore. Just a house. An empty house.
I don't remember the last time I was this sad.
Looking around at all the last updates my friend made to their journals, nine, ten years ago. They've all moved on. It's just me here.
Yeah. Posting on LJ is fitting right now.