Mood:
Now Playing: Take me home country roads.
Topic: Bad News
So here it is. The day I have dreaded for almost a year now. The day he's finally moving out. For real. Leaving me homeless and wireless. This place has been a part of my life for six years now, in one way or another. It's kind of sad.
Where will this leave me? Alone and confused maybe. Now I'll have no one and no where to go. It's always better to be the one leaving, not the one being left behind.
There's been a lot of changes on my behalf lately. For the first time...ever, nothing to do. Quit my job a couple of months ago.
Nowhere to go. Have been staying with friends for years now.
No cat to play with. Somehow they became my friends and allies. My comforters. My safety blankets.
No friends. They're all busy with their own lives and families, and the ones who aren't are moving away.
That's probably why I have such a hard time leaving someone I don't really get along with. Even if we disagree most of the time, at least I'm getting noticed. I get recognized, and therefor I am...or something like that :)
Right now I've kind of hung up my life on a bunch of if and what's, and in particular one person. But I know that I can't do that. I can't expect her to fix my life for me. I have to do that myself. It's only I who can be in charge of my own life, or at least so I'd like to think...