After realizing that I'm not built for any form of night shift in a fast food restaurant, comes something sinister. I'm on a time limit for when I have to leave my house. This Janurary. I have from this month, until the new year. Less than 5 months total time to hold a job. Less than five months to find a place to live/rent. I want to cry.

I'm so stressed out, knowing my limits so suddenly thrust in the worst fucking possible way into my face. I'll try searching for a job at another place, just to be on the safe side.

I might be without internet for some time, just to be on the safe side..