i managed to save up a whole stack so far.
i’m trying to be on the next thing smoking,
sooner than later.
if i can get 3k in the next 2 months,
i’m gonna put down my security deposit on my own place.

i was trying to be in The Foxhole this week,
find my rhythm again,
but it gets difficult when you’re staying with a chaos agent (maybe i’ll nickname them that)
this week was yet another installment of:

“the jordan peele movie that i didn’t know i was casted in”

the latest drama was them losing the whole apartment…

…because they fucked up by not paying rent on time.

i got sooooooooo many questions about that.
when i walked in last week and they told me how we both might be homeless together:

the only option they had was to get someone to cosign.

don’t even look at me.

…but they had to find someone else ASAP.
so their plan if they couldn’t find one was to do one of the following:

a) give me money to help get my own spot so they could stay with me

not even ask me if that was okay so i could decline.
BTW.

b) stay with a friend on their couch

Foxhole,
i was so drained.
i don’t have the money to move yet.
by the grace of MY God and all the prayers:

they found someone to cosign for them yesterday

because of all this chaos,
i was mentally and emotionally drained.
living here has really knocked the wind out my sails.
it’s like a constant plot twist every day with no intermission.
between my new job and coming home to no peace,
it has been:

A LOT

…and i’m shocked that i’m still continuing to show up,
even though i’ve wanted to give up numerous times.
let me try this again.
thank you for being patient.

lowkey: i’m gonna cry tears of joy when i sign my own lease.
i promise you i’m gonna ugly fuckin’ cry after all i been through.