I was serious when I told you I’m moving out! There’s no one out there who wants the same? Who *needs* the same? No one out there who knows of a nice apartment that’s available, even?
When I come home from my days at work, filled with pissed off, irate, impatient customers, moronic, childish employees, and a lot of talking, I just want to come home and relax. I want to be by myself. I want to breathe without having someone looking over my shoulder and yapping in my ear some more.
I can’t have that here. I never could. And the desire — the NEED — to have that is at an all-time high.
But I see nothing.
The internet sucks, the apartment guides say the same damn thing, and the paper is not part of my daily regiment. People. That’s what it’s all about. Knowing someone who can help in some way and so I’m asking you to help.
And goddammit, I’m sick again!
I’ve pretty much accepted the widely known fact that you always want what you can’t have. What I’m concerned with is why do I never get anything I want?