I need to just get it out that, while I’ve joked with everyone, I genuinely am homeless, sleeping in my mum’s lounge, no chance of moving out in sight due to the demand of flats at the minute. I’s slowing eating me inside that I don’t have my own space, be truly alone. Plus even when I do eventually get a flat, I still can’t live with my boyfriend. Please just let me stick to a calorie deficit and don’t fuck with me anymore 2019.
When I was a child, people told me I was an old soul because of my ability to understand the world around me. Now, I’m almost 30 years old and that understanding has turned into a cynical, sarcastic humor where my coping mechanism is to make jokes about everything. Now people tell me I’m childish.
