we are not lost

Aubrey; also Birdie.
Student and writer. Polyamorous and really gay. Chronically ill.
Local queen of cait sidhe. Powered by caffeine, anxiety, and spite.
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I don't even know how to start this post. "So I am intentionally turning my life upside down for reasons I'm not comfortable talking about. :D" ...yeah, that works.

Um... in summary, I'm hopefully, theoretically, at some point whenever I can figure out how the hell to manage it, moving out of the house and into an apartment of my own - probably in Syracuse, if I can manage it, because the cost of living is lower than in Ithaca. Mat and I are okay, I just need some space to myself and to take care of myself, and both of those are things I am never going to get here.

I have no fucking idea how I am going to do this in practice. I have no money of my own, I've never had a job in my life (and physically can't work any job that involves being on my feet), and I dropped out of school for mental health reasons and never managed to go back. And I've never lived by myself in my entire life, and I have no idea what I'm doing.

In short, I don't even know if I have any business trying to survive on my own. I feel like I'm going to fail miserably. I feel like this is going to crash and burn before I even leave the house.

But damn it, I am an adult. I deserve to live like one and be treated like one and be my own goddamn person. I want this so badly, even though it terrifies me.
mortalcity: A crow in a tree, in front of a cloud-covered moon. (corvids | were they telling me to run?)
I'm still alive.

Inspection on the house happened, and did not come up with any problems, so we should have a house in twenty days or so.

However, we are dead broke - even with [personal profile] thatrainbow's paycheck this week - so... y'know, eating this week is going to be fun. By which I mean I probably... mostly... won't.

I miiiight be able to get a job at Caroline's work for at least a little while, except hah, it requires a physical and shot records - I could almost definitely get a physical at the free clinic, but I do not have my shot records, and there's no way I can afford a blood test or whatever to confirm I've actually had the required shots. So that probably won't happen after all.

I want to be happy about the house working out. But mostly I'm just feeling stupid and useless and... Having no control over anything in my life, for better or worse, is just really demoralizing. I'm so tired and stressed (and so undercaffeinated oh god), and twenty days just seems like forever when it's standing between me and any sort of privacy (and my coffeemaker).
mortalcity: Olivia with lines drawn on her face, looking desperate. (Fringe | whisper prayers into the dark)
Negotiations on the house we were looking at did not work out for some reason. I think we're supposed to look at another couple tomorrow, but... I so don't care anymore. I just want to be done with this crap.

We haven't even been able to do anything about finding an apartment to stay in until house stuff happens, because the car has been out of commission for a week. It's at the mechanic now - AGAIN - but given how much that helped last time...

I don't know. I have run out of any ability to be optimistic about anything. I'm hungry and tired and cranky and on the verge of tears, I can't think clearly or focus on anything, and I've just about reached the point where talking out loud or acknowledging other people or even existing in the same room with other people is almost physically painful.

I just want anywhere at all that is mine. Barring that, I'd take a quiet, dark room where other humans don't exist. Neither of those things is going to happen any time soon.
mortalcity: Olivia with lines drawn on her face, looking desperate. (Fringe | whisper prayers into the dark)
I think I've slept three or four hours in the past three days.

I am tired and nauseous (I think I've eaten five crackers in the past twenty-four hours and don't care) and worrying about everything and constantly on the verge of tears. I am not entirely positive I will survive the next month.

I just want to go home, and there's nowhere to go.