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The house situation has really had me totally off kilter lately. I've decided that I'm going to move back to mom's. I'm pretty sure that Wes won't go with me, and I'm not looking foreward to breaking the news to him. He's been thinking of going down to Orlando to MMI, and I've been trying to get him to solidify his resolve about it. I do Not like the idea of going from complete privacy and room and time to do the things I need and want to do to having absolutely none. Unfortunately, trying to find an apartment is just out of the question without a roommate and all the options are beyond flakey. I'm not dealing with more drama.
We've been having some serious problems lately, mostly in the trust and communication problems. They are things that have always been there, but I think my patience to deal with them has been zilch. Between working, school, and knowing we Have to be out by May has had me just plain grouchy for about a month. Derek is being a lazy ass and not looking for jobs again, so of coure, there is no work. I'm fucking sick of it. I'm tired of bitching about it, him bitching about it, him saying he's going to find another job and nothing.
With all of this, my depression has flared up with a total vengence, making any attempts to do school work a moot point. I just don't even know what to do about it anymore. Grr.
I want to get things moving, and every time I make a move, three more walls go up. One day. one day, they all say. Damnit. That one day just is not coming along.