In three nights I will be moving. Everything about this will be a good thing. The only comparison I have for how I feel about my place is that its like I am looking forward to breaking up with a girl who had wronged me in some way while on a week long vacation. Fortunately that has seldom happened. Fuck You, Sheena Hansen. You didn’t know shit about The Persian Gulf War.
I am really climbing the walls here.
Get me out of this hellish nightmare. Sure, we had some good times but I am fucking sick of the bullshit. The noise, the dirt, and the smell. My god, the smell! Maybe Ill look back in a few months or years and really appreciate what the experience did for me but right now I want to put a bullet in my head. I won’t, of course because there is light at the end of the tunnel.
If you are a homeless person or a stranger, please do not bother me about anything until at least Monday or Tuesday of next week.
man, i hope ya make it!