Feeling
I am home for the first night in a week tonight and it is depressing. I don’t like being home. I don’t like being alone. I don’t like sharing a house with my parents. I don’t like sitting in my room on my laptop because we live in the middle of buttfuckingnowhere and it’s too much of a hassle to drive.
I feel complainy.
Mostly because I just learned that it’s almost financially impossible for me to move out of my parents’ house. I can’t afford my car or my car insurance, I can’t afford rent even with two roommates, and I can’t afford my cell phone bill. Matt says I’m just being dumb and that I should be thankful that my parents let me live here for free and take advantage of that.
But I don’t think he gets it. I don’t WANT to take advantage of that. I want to support myself. I want to be free to do whatever I want whenever I want because it’s MY house and MY life and MY money.
Maybe I’m just being melodramatic. Because despite being married, I am so far behind everyone else I know my age. Why the hell is it so hard to move out?
