Nest-hunting stuff
Ok, so...
*deep breath*
I terminated my lease on this flat today.
Dad and I went up to the new flat (the one I talked about earlier) and we talked to the guy who'd lived there and who'd been showing it to me and then the guy took us to his estate firm's office and I met his boss and so on, and the younger dude said he'd send me the bill for January's rent tomorrow morning, as well as the Real Proper Contract (which I can't fill in until 1st of Feb anyway as the foundation forces me to pay rent for this flat until then) and... yeah.
The good news is that that horrid, ridiculous deposit only needs to be paid at the start of February, so I will have little more time to scrape that up.
The downside is? The fuckers still do insist I pay for January's rent and even the renovation stuff won't make them shave anything off the sodding price.
So that means I am still about 500 e short, even after the four donations I got (only one of which was over 10 e) and... yeah. I've been crying my eyes out all day because I want to be able to get OUT of here by fucking January. And my dad isn't helping--he thinks it's more important to buy hundreds' of euros' worth of toys for the nephew's birthday and for his Christmas presents and now, he and the maternal even want to go off on a holiday somewhere in the Med, when they just fucking travelled there LAST MONTH. That, and he's recently had an inheritance and won't fucking budge and I could just strangle him right now. He doesn't really have any understanding of the torture I'm going through in this shitty fucking flat because he could spare me the 500 but doesn't.
If I could get the 500 even this week, they'd give me the keys to the new flat immediately and I would have a place to sleep in that I wouldn't feel miserable in. How in the hell can my own parents, who have that money to spare, not understand that? I just... I can't believe what bastards they can be. And there's literally nobody in my home town who can help me with this. This place is *killing* me. I'd offer to draw or to Photoshop or to write something in exchange, but that's just it--I *can't,* because of the noise and because of the medications I have to take to stand it, because they numb my creativity. I just... I don't know what to do.
So I'm begging of you, for the love of whatever you believe in, please donate even if it's a tiny sum because this place is making me *ill*:(
*deep breath*
I terminated my lease on this flat today.
Dad and I went up to the new flat (the one I talked about earlier) and we talked to the guy who'd lived there and who'd been showing it to me and then the guy took us to his estate firm's office and I met his boss and so on, and the younger dude said he'd send me the bill for January's rent tomorrow morning, as well as the Real Proper Contract (which I can't fill in until 1st of Feb anyway as the foundation forces me to pay rent for this flat until then) and... yeah.
The good news is that that horrid, ridiculous deposit only needs to be paid at the start of February, so I will have little more time to scrape that up.
The downside is? The fuckers still do insist I pay for January's rent and even the renovation stuff won't make them shave anything off the sodding price.
So that means I am still about 500 e short, even after the four donations I got (only one of which was over 10 e) and... yeah. I've been crying my eyes out all day because I want to be able to get OUT of here by fucking January. And my dad isn't helping--he thinks it's more important to buy hundreds' of euros' worth of toys for the nephew's birthday and for his Christmas presents and now, he and the maternal even want to go off on a holiday somewhere in the Med, when they just fucking travelled there LAST MONTH. That, and he's recently had an inheritance and won't fucking budge and I could just strangle him right now. He doesn't really have any understanding of the torture I'm going through in this shitty fucking flat because he could spare me the 500 but doesn't.
If I could get the 500 even this week, they'd give me the keys to the new flat immediately and I would have a place to sleep in that I wouldn't feel miserable in. How in the hell can my own parents, who have that money to spare, not understand that? I just... I can't believe what bastards they can be. And there's literally nobody in my home town who can help me with this. This place is *killing* me. I'd offer to draw or to Photoshop or to write something in exchange, but that's just it--I *can't,* because of the noise and because of the medications I have to take to stand it, because they numb my creativity. I just... I don't know what to do.
So I'm begging of you, for the love of whatever you believe in, please donate even if it's a tiny sum because this place is making me *ill*:(