I just moved in today. Someone helped me move because I can't drive, so the only furniture is the bed & frame I brought and the shitty couch the previous tenants left. I also have no bureau or anything so my clothes are just sitting in suitcases flung everywhere. What I didn't realize I needed were lamps because there's no overhead lights, so currently I'm sitting the floor of the living room lit only by the hallway light, wondering why my girlfriend has to be living on another continent for the next year. If she were here I wouldn't have fucked this up so hard. We could've drove to the thrift store to buy furniture together and decorate, that would've been so nice. Instead here I am on the floor, probably getting bedbugs in my computer from using this couch as a desk. Also the kitchen sink was clogged when I got here, and now that maintenance cleared it every time the person above me flushes it bubbles and churns with water and filth. I'm starting to feel like there's something wrong here. On the other hand, my life has probably just been too easy until now. For millenia people survived with only the things they could carry home. Why can't I?

  • forcequit [she/her]
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    2 years ago

    The only one I know from them is "I'm gonna make it through this year" and its a big mood

    apparently relevant film clip too? playing under duress, bloodied and beaten, in a new apartment