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[meccahi]

So I have finally figured out at least a portion of what has really been bothering me about this house ( besides the fact that it's in the ghetto, is dirty, un-air conditioned, and falling apart).

I am sick to death of living alone.

I drive to all of my shows alone. Across the country and back, with no company. I come home to an empty house. I'm tired of it.

For the last two days, instead of spending MUCH needed hours making stock, I've just been in an absolute funk because I HATE this place. HATE IT. No matter how much stuff I get rid of, or re-arrange, or how much I clean. I cannot stop hating this place. And financially I can't afford to move. But good god I want to.

I want to leave here so badly that it's an ache. I hate this neighborhood. I hate this house. I hate this town. I want out.

I want my tiny place with central air and a back yard the cats can GO OUTSIDE in, so they stop driving me insane inside.

I. Want. Out.

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[ex-maehymn.livejournal.com]

I remember living in an apartment like that, where no matter what I did with the furniture, etc, it NEVER felt good to me.

Good luck. I hope you find some place better, and with more company!