I literally cried myself to sleep last night because I can't stop worrying about finding a new apartment even though I've been instructed to take a one-month hiatus from searching for this exact reason. I have genuinely been compiling a list of people in my head I would willingly sacrifice to Satan in exchange for making this process easier if I ( Read more... )

I realised last night that I have spent literally less than one-fourth (about one year) of my life post-Gross Street actually properly, legally living somewhere. The over three-fourths remaining (a little more than three years) have been spent either couch surfing, indefinitely crashing, and/or being a giant parasite that leeches off of others' ( Read more... )

So I keep seeing posts on Tumblr about how neither misandry nor heterophobia actually exist. And I will agree with this to an extent. Absolutely, no question. They are not legitimate social issues, not by a long shot, and are frequently just people of male and/or straight privilege reacting negatively to other people wanting the same rights as ( Read more... )

About 90% sure I just personally dedicated myself to becoming a one-woman campaign against a local property management company. About 100% sure I'm totally okay with that ( Read more... )

Taking a moment to prepare some things I may have to say to people's faces soon but am too nervous to do because I have no fucking spine ( Read more... )

I was conceived by accident by two people who hadn't even been dating for really very long. Who did not have the kind of stability in their lives you should have before considering a child. And, in all honesty, two people who should never have become parents ( Read more... )

( Sometimes, somehow, I still desire to be looked upon longingly... )

If I had any real courage I would tell you the truth of how I feel to your face. Or at least to you directly. I wouldn't just post it on a blog site that has long since lost its relevance and that you probably don't even know I have. Hell, Facebook would even be braver than this. But, oh well ( Read more... )

Life is weird ( Read more... )

I have to move back in with my mother. I'm not even trying to be hopeful about this in any way. That would simply be foolish. I'll be staying with her, again, in her tiny one-room flat with virtually nothing to do but observe her lack-of-eating habits and her horrifically visible spine. The last time I was there with nowhere else to go, I ( Read more... )