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So it seems that every six months or so I go through some sort of transition.. maybe I just think that because every six months something happens financially that makes me have to reapply for interest relief from my student loans... in any case, I am going through a HUGE FUCKING TRANSITION. Wayne and I broke up.. he's moving out on saturday... I've had to pay double the rent this month.. I've barely seen jodie at all for the last month... but nick's great, so i'm ok with that.. mostly. I started a new job on tuesday and so far it's no where near as fun as promised land, I miss my girls. I'm sure I'll get into things at this new place... but it's starting to feel like it may not have been worth the extra $1/hour they're paying me.
So, Wayne. It's really hard to put into words the reasons why I gave up. It was a mix of his immaturity, his lack of support when I really really needed him most, his constant laziness, the fact that he hates everything and we could never have any fun.. I guess I stopped loving him. This was the hardest decision I've ever had to make, knowing that I was hurting Wayne, knowing that I was potentially putting myself out of a home, as well as Jodie... but luckily I have some really great, really supportive people around me here... and I'm very grateful for all of them. I haven't been able to stay here much.. it's just too weird to be around Wayne, and on sunday I pretty much broke down and wussed on about how I miss my home, sick of living out of a bag.. blah blah blah..it had only been 3 days.
Anyway... that's enough. I'm sure I'll think of some other life nonsense at some point so I can update this shiat on a more regular bases... something tells me my life isn't done changing...
Dave, I miss you.. when the fuck are you going to call me and tell me how NYC was... fag.
ps. I want to fucking die right now.
So, Wayne. It's really hard to put into words the reasons why I gave up. It was a mix of his immaturity, his lack of support when I really really needed him most, his constant laziness, the fact that he hates everything and we could never have any fun.. I guess I stopped loving him. This was the hardest decision I've ever had to make, knowing that I was hurting Wayne, knowing that I was potentially putting myself out of a home, as well as Jodie... but luckily I have some really great, really supportive people around me here... and I'm very grateful for all of them. I haven't been able to stay here much.. it's just too weird to be around Wayne, and on sunday I pretty much broke down and wussed on about how I miss my home, sick of living out of a bag.. blah blah blah..it had only been 3 days.
Anyway... that's enough. I'm sure I'll think of some other life nonsense at some point so I can update this shiat on a more regular bases... something tells me my life isn't done changing...
Dave, I miss you.. when the fuck are you going to call me and tell me how NYC was... fag.
ps. I want to fucking die right now.