I've wrote this journal out three times. My browser keeps crashing.

So long story short, I was told this morning at 6am (after driving around their son out drinking. I just going to bed too) that 5 months is enough and I need to get the fuck out. Then my best friend springs on me that he's going to move into his girlfriends at the end of the month too. So no just moving my shit out and living here out of a backpack. Him also adapting the too bad for you mentality.

I was hoping to get my promotion before the shit hit the fan, but now I'm right in the middle of it.

So I'm fucked. I haven't been able to save any money because bad expensive shit kept happening.

Its starting to look like my best option is to cut and run. I guess I could try the commute again, but honestly I'm not even sure if I'm going to be able to keep my car at this point. I could handle the commute before as I had help.

I guess I'm not really thinking clearly. I've been packing up my shit. My sister is going to be able to hold onto it at least. Though I have no idea what I'm going to do.

Live in my car to save up some money I guess. Till I have to give up that too.

Fuck I'll try and get a bit of sleep. Hopefully things will be clearer.