Nowhere to live. Job that makes me hate my life. And a wonderful boyfriend that I can’t seem to enjoy because I spend all my time being devastated about having nowhere to live and hating my job.
Guess I’m moving back to my parents house for 3 years. What a great birthday week this has turned out to be.
I longed for something bigger than myself. I suspect most things are like that, waiting for enough time to pass and to then look back and see things for how they were. I’ll reflect and think myself a prisoner notching another day in chalk on the wall. All that longing. All that held breath. I was told it wouldn’t be like this.
(Photo: Rowena R)
I’m so frustrated about the going rates for renting an apartment. I CANNOT afford to live on my own, and it is extremely frustrating. I need to find a roommate. Good ones are just do hard to come by.
Somebody That I Used to Know - Gotye
life is suddenly worth living again.
(Source: thefrogman, via lifeinthehive)
