So, like, since June last year I've been living with my uncle because of school. It was clear from the start that it was going to be temporary because living with him would make it a lot easier for me to find my own student housing space thing. Ever since I've felt like a freeload who occupies his space and I feel useless and just sit there. And I wanted nothing more than to move out and be left alone.
And now I found my student housing and I'm moving out this weekend and I feel myself being all emotionally shred up. I don't want to be alone for most of the day. The only social contacts I have during the day are my (seriously) retarded classmates. And I feel bad for him because I know in a way he's going to be terribly lonely too. He's been practically living alone for the last 10 years, then had company, and now I'm leaving again. And to be honest, I can't think of anything to properly thank him. My life changed so much here, there's not enough human words to describe my thanks. And I don't want to come off as an ungrateful bitch but I also know he'll have trouble accepting anything that would cost a lot of money (as he has plenty of it and I... not so much).
But really, brain, damn you to hell. I get what I want and now it's STILL not good? GRR.
Bonus complaint: oh my heavens I have to pack so much stuff
tldr: (do people still do these things?) I cry because I don't get what I want and I cry because I get what I want.
Okay, I'm still trying to understand what "daughter-of-a-mom" is supposed to mean. It's been bugging me since you posted this. Is it supposed to be a censored/fixed version of son of a bitch?
And now I found my student housing and I'm moving out this weekend and I feel myself being all emotionally shred up. I don't want to be alone for most of the day. The only social contacts I have during the day are my (seriously) retarded classmates. And I feel bad for him because I know in a way he's going to be terribly lonely too. He's been practically living alone for the last 10 years, then had company, and now I'm leaving again. And to be honest, I can't think of anything to properly thank him. My life changed so much here, there's not enough human words to describe my thanks. And I don't want to come off as an ungrateful bitch but I also know he'll have trouble accepting anything that would cost a lot of money (as he has plenty of it and I... not so much).
But really, brain, damn you to hell. I get what I want and now it's STILL not good? GRR.
Bonus complaint: oh my heavens I have to pack so much stuff
tldr: (do people still do these things?) I cry because I don't get what I want and I cry because I get what I want.