Aug 21, 2008 13:13
Ok...I...I hate being alone for long periods of time. Depression, isolation...it's not -good- for me. But the alternatives are living with good ole' mommy and daddy again. And i -HATE- that. Espcially when they talk to me.
So having fallen into this lease trap that I did (Having, not actually read the lease- my fault, of course) I figured I'd have to pay 1892 dollars to get out of the deal. Turns out- hahaha, no. I only have to pay an additional 2 months rent. That sucks, a fat one, buuuuuut if I DO have an additional two months, I use that time to get that job I've been looking at. I can't make enough money without a roommate to keep living here, but I can move to a one bed room and make enough to scrape by, which works out for me just fine. Sadly, of course, Jason's gone so having him sign anything might be a little more difficult then I'd like it to be, but I'm sure I can work something out...
Point is, I'm doing what I can in order to not move back home. I work my best under the condition I'm in: Last minute panic and tortuous desperation.