I feel sick….I mean, I should be glad that I won’t be living on the street right? But i’m fucking sick of living with other people, and having to bite my tongue and deal with the bullshit and shitty habits they have—and I know they have shitty habit, his fucking house got raided last month because his daughter’s boyfriend was selling drugs out of their house…
FUCK. FUCK. They live like slobs, and it’s like grand central station over there all the time…I hate his kids, I barely want to speak with them when they cross my path, never mind having to be nice now that we are going to be living together…his granddaughter lives in the house next door with her thousand and one children that I REFUSE to babysit.
How am I going to get to school? Who fucking knows now many buses i’ll have to catch to get there now, and i’ll never get to see Key again because I have to go live in the fucking HOOD…THE FUCKING HOOD. I HAVE NEVER LIVED IN THE HOOD IN ALL THE YEARS I’VE BEEN ALIVE. I’m scared to go live there, I couldn’t ask or expect him to want to hang out with me anymore.
Oh great. Now i’m crying.