Moved in
I moved in with Rob three weeks ago. It still feels like only a visit, but I know it's not. I already miss my old home, my friends, my shitty town. There are days when it's okay, but there are days when me and Rob gripe at one another. I guess that's to be expected. I have yet to start doing what I need to do in order to either get on SSI or to at least find a therapist. Rob might see if he can find a way for me to be able to work at a vet or animal shelter or something. I would rather work with animals. They don't judge, at least not out loud. They don't make me want to rip my hair out and scream like most of humanity. I want my computer hooked up so I can start writing again. I wish there was a way to make a shitload of money fast that didn't involve prostitution or something illegal. I want me and Rob to move out of his mom's place, out of this cluttered house. If we had a place of our own, maybe we would both be much happier.
So yea, there's an update. I may try to write in this thing a little bit more. I mean, it's here and it's better to vent here than to just bottle up my emotions until they come pouring out with tears and screaming....
So yea, there's an update. I may try to write in this thing a little bit more. I mean, it's here and it's better to vent here than to just bottle up my emotions until they come pouring out with tears and screaming....