i can't wait until tomorrow.
the bullshit never fucking ends, i swear.
before i even moved here, i had a job offered to me. the first full day i was here, i knew i had the job for sure. six days after being here, i started the job. nine days after being here, i'm moving out (completely, that is -- i've been slowly moving some of my things).
i've tiptoed around my mom + dad's house, done their laundry, washed their dishes, gone to bed earlier than i want so my cranky father can have the house to himself when he gets home from work.
& still i'm too much of an inconvenience. i'm still not out of the house soon enough.
why did i ever think i could come back here for any length of time?
all i want to do is sleep.
before i even moved here, i had a job offered to me. the first full day i was here, i knew i had the job for sure. six days after being here, i started the job. nine days after being here, i'm moving out (completely, that is -- i've been slowly moving some of my things).
i've tiptoed around my mom + dad's house, done their laundry, washed their dishes, gone to bed earlier than i want so my cranky father can have the house to himself when he gets home from work.
& still i'm too much of an inconvenience. i'm still not out of the house soon enough.
why did i ever think i could come back here for any length of time?
all i want to do is sleep.