Why? I have lived here for less than 3 months and now we don't even have an official place to go,
The shitty thing is that everyone is stressed out about it but refuses to have productive conversations about our
soon to be "homeless" status.
Which is fine for them, because monetarily speaking they have an "out" so to speak,
but my options are really quite limited in this arena.
It's either free or nothing.
If I had more time I could easily clean and set up a squat,
but there is no time, and my housemates keep on jerking me around with answers that change on a daily basis.
It's exhausting and depressing.
And the high stress levels are very apparent,
though it's really starting to seem like they don't want me around.
I'm sure that I'm just overanalyzing,
but it feels like they're avoiding me......
Right now, everyone is up stairs playing video games,
and no one asked if I wanted to come. And last night when I invited myself in to watch movies with them, they wound up turning the movie off within minutes of my arrival and going to sleep shortly thereafter.
I feel really petty blogging about my adolescent woes,
but it's little things like this adding up
and bumming me the fuck out.
Don't get me wrong, I'm totally stoked on life
and excited about what's to come.
Plus this house sucks so it will be fantastic to be out and closer to the city...
Just for now it's pretty alienating.
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