So I'm homeless. It was inevitable considering that I would be with the impeding move. It just happened sooner than I liked.
Overall, domestic violence? It sucks.
Emotional chaos? Sucks.
Couch surfing sucks.
Even casual sex sucks. Mostly because I need to be sane, safe and happy. Also, sleepy guys with no imagination of what to do to get a girl off suck. Sleepy guys who come without an orgasm suck. Even though I'm grateful he let me stay over, I still want to get mine, you know?
Crying sucks.
But connecting with my mom rocks.
Realizing that I still am optimistic of my future rocks.
Being stronger than this rocks.
Realizing I was right rocks.
Knowing who my real friends are really rocks.
Getting a kick to the ass regarding housing is a mixed blessing.
