Feb 26, 2008 09:54
So, turns out that on the day I wrote that last post, my flatmates, Sylvia and Eleanor, asked me to leave our flat. Their reasons being; I occasionally will have a cigarette in my bedroom, and I don't contribute to the chores enough.
The reality is; they just don't like me.
My initial reaction was shock and panic, which then turned into pure anger.
I spent all of last Wednesday and Thursday evening looking at flats. Eventually said yes to one on Clerk Street (back there again to re-live my student days! :/); I'll be living with 2 girls and a boy, between ages 22 and 28; they seem really easy-going, and I'm praying that this all works out and I make 3 new friends. I can't deal with moving any more. I'm getting too old for this and need stability in my life.
Have got a throughly hectic week this week what with volunteering and packing etc; not sure when exactly I'm gonna move. Wish I had a goddamn car.
Aside from this, I am suffering from a physical ailment that is causing me unbelievable pain and discomfort on a permanent basis. I can't concentrate and keep snapping at everyone. It's so hard to be positive when yr in constant pain.
:(