So here I am. I decided to move back. Swallowing my pride is so much less painful than forcing myself to be miserable (why did I do it for so long?). Three-fourths of our stuff is moved back into my parent's house (OURS, Tyler decided to come with me). I'm working my ass off to make room for ourselves.
My second year at Park University is off to a sweet start. I'm finally in art classes.
I am so fucking happy again. I feel so refreshed, like I shed a dirty, old skin. Roy can go to hell. No more paying rent to a dishonest and psychopathic asshole.
I'll catch up with you guys a little later.
HAPPY.
My second year at Park University is off to a sweet start. I'm finally in art classes.
I am so fucking happy again. I feel so refreshed, like I shed a dirty, old skin. Roy can go to hell. No more paying rent to a dishonest and psychopathic asshole.
I'll catch up with you guys a little later.
HAPPY.
enjoy life while you can. otherwise, you one day look back and lament what you missed.
and not paying rent to a psychopath is good, too!