Raus!

Got my new apartment. No internet there, yet. We'll see how we fix that.

Lot of shit to take care of. Feels nice to have a place of your own, but still... I got that feeling of panic in my stomach. It feels awful. Like everything will crash. And I will have to beg to be able to stay afloat. I hate begging.

It's so hard for me to ask for help. There's so much that I just don't... There's locks everywhere.

And there are so many practical circumstances that just keeps dragging shit out. Just keeps dragging it out. Lack of time, lack of money. Lack of fucking everything.