SinfullySweet

Two days before I turn 22. 

Three days before I move. 

Six days before I start my first post college job. 

Eighteen days before I can see Christine!

I leave in 6 days. At first it was kind of fun it just felt like I was moving back to school, but as I pack up all of my things I realize that this is final. No more coming back to my parents house. I am off into the big world of opportunities (and disappointment). It is a lot scarier than I thought it would be. Having my own place (with 3 roommates), bills like crazy, working, knowing almost no one, and learning the vital life lessons to be able to survive this crazy world. It shall be interesting and I will take one step at a time. The count down has begun and it terrifies me. I don’t want to be an adult. Can I be 5 again? Please.

There is so much to do, but I don’t want to do any of it. The biggest thing is packing. Going through my whole life and packing it away of throwing it out to move into my very first apartment. I think it will be fine once everything is all set, but when I went to see the place it was nasty. It was also kind of funny because as we knocked on the door we could smell weed and I mentioned this to my friend. she said the people that live there now smoke and it always smells. Well guess what they answer the door and when we ask if we could look around they go oh yeah no problem we are just smoking some weed. They then proceed to tell us that the landlord has walked in on them smoking before. Great dude! I don’t know you and couldn’t care less, but I am so glad to hear that. It was the weirdest thing ever. I just hope that they clean before they move out. Oh did I mention the outside looks ghetto-esk. Oh well we will make it pretty, well I hope so because I have to live there for a year. Also, I had my interview and they asked me to come to interview part 2. So, off to Burlington again probably Tuesday. So much gas money. 

Why am I so undesirable? Please someone just answer that. 

I wish people would ask me what happened. ASK ME. Not the other person or anyone else, but ask me. I will tell you my side to it I promise. No lies. I don’t do that. I was brought up with shity fucking mind games and that is not how I work.