I got another tattoo done. On the inside of my wrist. Small caligraphy that says 'On the binds of your loneliness'

Lee might be getting a cat.

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I'm in a house of my own and I never have to see my aunt again. Living with Ry could turn into a nightmare or a good thing. Still needs time to tell. As for Lee...well, I don't really know the guy but he seems nice ( Read more... )

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!

I don't even CARE what my new housemates think of me raging about in my bedroom.

I. Don't. Even. Care!

I may have found us a place to live. The ad says some chick is looking for 3 people to share a house. And, look, there's three of us. Hopefully this will work out. I'm going mad. (Not that I've been home for a few days anyway ( Read more... )

Ry, if you're serious about moving out we need at least one more person to make rent somewhere feasible. Know anyone else who needs a place?

I HATE THIS GOD DAMNED HOUSE!

My aunt is driving me INSANE. I have no freedom! I have nothing here! If I don't move out of this damn place I'm going to go crazy! I need a place of my own.

I swore I'd never be the kind of girl who worked too much to have no time for fun.

I hate this fucking job, but I hate living at home more.

I finished work and started drinking and now I'm drunk and the sun isn't even down! Someone come entertain me with sex!

I now have a job in a bookstore and I already hate it. There's nothing to do with my hands! There's nothing to fix! I need a mechanic job like Pierre. No one is better with engines than me.

( Although, one bonus of working in this place is that tommorrow this woman will be in to sign her book: )

So maybe we need to talk.