Every Wish Falls Apart
I got a small heads-up three days ago, bur I was holding out hope that the answer would be yes. It's not, or course, which really doesn't suprise me, but still. The fact of the matter is that I've been let down again. Andrew's leaving at the end of this month; his uncle said he couldn't have a roommate, and I don't blame the guy. He doesn't know me and all that. And it's certainly not Andrew's responsibility to suppourt me by far, but he could sure as shit be quite a bit less of a dick than he is. He's contemplating just leaving and not finishing out this month so I'd have to cover all the rent with my nonexistant money.
So this leaves me the worry of how I'm going to pay this month if he does leave, and just where the fuck I'm gonna go when he does. Nicole's trying to get me to agree to at least get on the waiting list for the Hills, which I really think I might just do. It's honestly not that bad over there, it's income-based, and if I don't have income, they just make you do community service. I can manage that, somehow. That way, seeing as that it's based on thirty percent of your income, I'd manage to save money to look for a better place eventually or whatever.
I'm just freaking out a little, still. I mean, I didn't have that mush warning and all, and this is tough for me. Nicole's being really suppourtive, as is Steve ( he knows how much this sucks for me and it's nice knowing he cares enough to give me hugs ), and I know I'll get through this somehow if I can just grit my teeth and not listen to Andrew's fucking comments.
He straight up called me a heartless fucking bitch. That i'm rude and obnoxious and inconsiderate. Look who's fucking talking, mister i'm going to play neverwinter at full volume all night when I have to get up at five in the morning. Or watching movies all night or leaving the light on when he leaves or leaving his filthy clothes and dishes all over the damn house and never doin ghis share of the fucking cleaning. Yeah, I yelled at him about it, but only after talking and asking did no fucking good. He never tried to sit down and talk to me about issues he had with me, ever. Now he's dragging up all these gripes as to why he should just ditch me 'cause he hates me and I'm not his friend. Fuck him, man. Fuck his stupid stuck-up fucking fat ass.
I'm so god damned pissed. And somewhat frightened. And hurt. It upsets me greatly that he thinks he gets to claim all of my stuff when I off myself 'cause I don't have a will or something. I'm glad he has such confidence in me.
Jesus. I really don't know what i'm going to do.
Meh, update later or in a few days or something.
So this leaves me the worry of how I'm going to pay this month if he does leave, and just where the fuck I'm gonna go when he does. Nicole's trying to get me to agree to at least get on the waiting list for the Hills, which I really think I might just do. It's honestly not that bad over there, it's income-based, and if I don't have income, they just make you do community service. I can manage that, somehow. That way, seeing as that it's based on thirty percent of your income, I'd manage to save money to look for a better place eventually or whatever.
I'm just freaking out a little, still. I mean, I didn't have that mush warning and all, and this is tough for me. Nicole's being really suppourtive, as is Steve ( he knows how much this sucks for me and it's nice knowing he cares enough to give me hugs ), and I know I'll get through this somehow if I can just grit my teeth and not listen to Andrew's fucking comments.
He straight up called me a heartless fucking bitch. That i'm rude and obnoxious and inconsiderate. Look who's fucking talking, mister i'm going to play neverwinter at full volume all night when I have to get up at five in the morning. Or watching movies all night or leaving the light on when he leaves or leaving his filthy clothes and dishes all over the damn house and never doin ghis share of the fucking cleaning. Yeah, I yelled at him about it, but only after talking and asking did no fucking good. He never tried to sit down and talk to me about issues he had with me, ever. Now he's dragging up all these gripes as to why he should just ditch me 'cause he hates me and I'm not his friend. Fuck him, man. Fuck his stupid stuck-up fucking fat ass.
I'm so god damned pissed. And somewhat frightened. And hurt. It upsets me greatly that he thinks he gets to claim all of my stuff when I off myself 'cause I don't have a will or something. I'm glad he has such confidence in me.
Jesus. I really don't know what i'm going to do.
Meh, update later or in a few days or something.