(1-8) “One Year Later”
So its been a year since I’ve talked to myself (because c’mon, who really gives a shit about what I have to say?)
Has anything changed?
No. Not really.
Sorry to spoil your fun.
I’m just as bitter, if not more.
My ex-roommates made some bad choices and I had to relocate back to my parent’s house.
I can’t say I’m more than anxious about finding my own one bedroom apartment.
But I’m gonna do this one right.
I’ve got a steady job (that I LOVE and I’m actually respected at.)
I’m gonna save up enough money so that I can live comfortably and not have to worry about just making the payments.
I intend fully on keeping this going for a while…hopefully longer than last time.
Talking (even if its only to myself) keeps me sane (even if its only temporary.)