That is how I feel living here at my parents.
They always told me, “if anything ever happens you know you can always come back here.”
Well, you know what they did while I lived at my apartment.. They turned my room into a gym. Treadmill, weights, the whole nine.
Seriously I feel like Monica from Friends.
So after shit hit the fan with my roommate, I left & came home to my parents. Except, they have NO room for me, or my things.
Now everything I own, except my clothes & crystals & some books, live in a 5 x 5 storage unit.
I have one tiny corner table that I use for my rocks & books. & I have to share my sisters bed. She’s a 16 year old, that wakes up at 5am on the only days I can try to sleep in.. It’s becoming impossible.
Today my horoscope says, “Your thirst for travel is stronger than usual, so you may find that you are better off moving out on your own than staying pent up in an office or apartment. Even a crosstown journey is a thrill.”
I need to find my own place asap..
For now, i’m off to work my sixth day in a row… On this extremely nice day.. Inside for nine hours again.. Great.
Caring about someone can be the most painful experience you’ve ever felt. They stay on your mind every second, they’re all you think about, you stress yourself finding ways to make them happy because you put their feelings first. You let every little word or action affect you deeply. Giving up and letting go seems so much easier, but you’re not capable of it because you care too much. If you don’t leave now, it’s just going to hurt even more in the future.
They are too real.. I can feel him, as if it’s the real thing.
I can smell & taste him.
The kisses we share in my slumber are like the ones in movies..
Only in my dreams do Him & I still exist..
Should I be thankful for the empty feeling it leaves me when I wake….?