I really need to get my own place soon. I’ve been living with my parents for a month now and it’s not that I don’t like it here, but once you’ve moved out you sort of want to keep it that way, you know? Finding an apartment is really, really hard, though. And it’s so stressful because I just want to be able to move all my stuff and finish everything with my ex. Right now I’m depending on him being nice and allowing me to keep my stuff there until I find something, and a situation like that can’t go on forever. I don’t like this feeling of everything in my life depending on other people, I’d like very much to go back to being independent and living my own life.
Writing is the one thing I’ve got right now as a sort of escape from reality. And that’s what I need the most, to not think of everything that has happened in my life recently. I’ve written so much these last few weeks and it’s really therapeutical. And writing stories is much better than keeping a journal (I do both, but writing in my diary just makes me cry and writing about pirates makes me happy).
So that’s what’s going on at the moment. I know everything will turn out okay in the end but I just wish things would happen a little faster!