affy

I keep trying to tell myself....just one more week till you're out of your boyfriends parents house and into your apartment, dont get frazzled, stay calm, its only a week...

Yesterday I almost went and got a hotel room for an entire week. Yesterday was downright miserable. How can someone eat ALL of my food, that I bought for myself, and then accuse me of being anorexic? That seems like bullshit to me. Im writing my name on my stuff from now on, but I dont like feeling like I have to. I feel like there is a simple rule to refridgerator etiquette: If you didnt buy it, dont fucking touch it.

Ugh, one more week...

On the plus side though, we were able to break into my van since I locked my keys in there. We just have to uh...well, glue some things back on.... Last time I locked myself out I kicked the door out of anger and it unlocked. So I went and kicked the shit out of the door, but it didnt work this time. I only succeeded in looking like an idiot.

Im hungry. I wish I knew if we were going to Chili's tonight, because if we're not, Im out the door on the food hunt.

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Im happier than I was before, but Im still not actually happy. I really miss having more than one person to see and do things with on a daily basis. I know Im only depressed because Im at that in between stage, but this in between stage could go on for a long time, and it scares me. The only person I feel like I could talk to about anything, I cant with this. Completely miserable.