Just in case there was any confusion...
I am moving. I am moving to Nashville. Nashville is in Tennessee. I am moving in two weeks. If I do not have a job when I depart Ohio, I will have one shortly after I arrive. And frankly, I'd rather live in a homeless shelter in Nashville than spend one more day here. That is good, because looking at my bank balance that seriously could be what happens.I am completely and totally fed up with everyone thinking they know what's best for me. I just need help moving my shit. To my new home. In my new city. Where I will find my new job. I do not need to hear how you wouldn't have a roommate or how you think I need a job or how you think I should just rent furniture. I need people to finally for once in my fucking life treat me like a person and help me when they promise.
Is that too fucking much to ask?!?? Apparently, it is.
I am in the throes of a nervous breakdown. I've had a very shitty day. I was going to start at the beginning and tell the whole sordid story, but frankly I've stopped caring. As usual. My give a damn is perpetually busted, for those who haven't noticed.
It's no wonder I'm so damaged. It's amazing that I've made it almost 30 years without offing myself. Of course, today I realized that the only reason I probably haven't committed suicide is because it's not what the perfect people do.
I realize that none of this probably makes sense. Maybe someday I'll explain it. But right now I need to look for a job and cry.
posted by Laura at
7:33 PM
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