Pros’s mom talked to him, and explained how I’m from six hours away from here so this was pretty much the only way I could move down here, but he didn’t care at all, and says I still have to leave. So now unless by some miracle we can find a new apartment in two weeks (which is extremely slim to none chances), I have to go back to Maryland. Which is such bullshit. Right here I could have had a job within walking distance in a nice neighborhood. But now if I go back to MD I’ll be stuck at my parents’ place, where my dad refuses to talk to me (for no reason), so I can’t even try to practice driving, even though he probably still goes around telling anyone who will listen how awful and lazy I am for not getting my license and a job, even though now that’s his fucking fault. I can’t get a job because where I live I’d have to hike and its not a great neighborhood, on top of my parents will throw a total fit if I try to walk to work, yet it’d be impossible or a total burden if they drove me.

So I get to go back to Maryland where I have nearly no friends, to sit on my ass and do absolutely fucking nothing with my life, rather than be productive and get a job and my own car. Oh and who even knows when I’ll see Pros again, with a busy work schedule, band practice, and very limited income it’ll be near impossible to even come get me again.

Life is just fucking awesome. You get to be so fucking happy and then someone just has to ruin everything for no goddamn reason.

Thank you to all my commissioners lately, I'm extremely grateful for all of your help. I'll just be honest, I have no hope of finding a new apartment in time. I'm beyond stressed out over this. I also have to go back to MD and deal with the court system because I already responded to my jury summons telling them I wouldn't be a resident at the time, but it looks like that's fucked.

I'll be finishing all the remaining commissions soon, so don't worry about that.