“textbook required for class…we’ll see” <—my [college] life
all of this
Missing the times where there were more smiles than frowns
where there was more laughter than tears
Less cares & more fun times
Where uncertainty didn’t get the best of me
back when you pretended to care
& maybe just maybe
actually loved me….
I’m already planning on moving to another apartment, and I haven’t even moved into the one I have now!
Can you believe this. You won’t. So I went to my apartment today, to put up some stuff I got at Target, and when I get to my door I see this fucking carpet infront of it. It’s all dirty and stained and caused a bunch of ants to be by my door. I only assumed that the person that put it there was the guy that lived next door to me, so I pushed the fucking carpet to his door and went inside. I open my door, and I see 9 big cockroaches that were dead scattered on my floor in my living room. yeah… I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was in such shock, that I went outside, and went back in to make sure that what I was seeing was correct.
You guys, this isn’t normal. When was the last time you saw 9 roaches dead on your floor?? Exactly. And what was strange about it was, I cleaned my apartment on Wednesday. And when I went in there I didn’t see any dead roaches. Besides the one that was in the shower, but that was there before I even moved in. So I was okay with that one, cause the a/c unit wasn’t there so there was a big hole so bugs could have gotten in there. But everything was sealed when I cleaned on Wednesday. So how could 9 roaches die in my living room? oh, and there was two dead in my bathroom…
point is, I think someone did this. idk who, but I don’t feel comfortable living there. I keep hearing sounds and stuff too. And it’s in a bad neighborhood, but I gave the apartment the benefit of the doubt. But now, I’m weirded out. Sooo, I’m looking at other apartments. Cause I don’t feel safe there anymore. Knowing that someone could possibly have access to my apartment…it’s scary. Cause I’ll be there by myself, and what if they have a gun??
I called my landlord, and he said he didn’t know what to tell me about the roaches. He said he was gonna send some guy over to my apartment tomorrow to spray something around my apartment to protect it from bugs, but what if that’s not the cause of this?? What if it’s something more?? I told him okay, but I think I’m just gonna look for another place. Cause my neighbor is an asshole. He puts his crap infront of my door like it’s his holding space. And I’m afraid to tell him something because what if he try to hurt me? I don’t want to cause problems. I just want to live my life. And to be stress free. And moving into this apartment is clearly not doing either of those things…
the problem is, finding inexpensive apartments in Miami is the hardest thing ever. Cause unless you have kids, are old, or have some sort of disability, you aint findin shit! LIke it’s so freaking unfair. There have been so many apartments for the elderly being built around Miami, and they look so nice. But theres nothing for a 20 yr old college student. And all the low income stuff is too hard to get cause their “low income” isn’t really low income. You have to be making 20k a yr to get into decent stuff. ugh. so stressful.
Chris Martin interview w/ Jimmy Fallon
Is it possible to love this man even more than I already did?
Yes.
=Doyin
He’s so cute.
(Source: headcutoff)
I’m making a Will
Even though I don’t really have anything, I do have a bunch of clothes and stuff. The only valuable thing that I have is my laptop. Since my dad bailed on me he’s not getting it back. I guess my bf can get it and sell it. Then he’ll have all the money I owe him. My clothes I guess can go to a goodwill store. No one I know wears my size…My hair products can go to my bf’s mom. My bf can have my printer too. Everything else can get thrown away in the garbage…
I feel like I’m a problem…
I’m a problem for my mom
I’m a problem for my dad
I’m a problem for my boyfriend
I’m a problem for my boyfriend’s mom
I’m a problem for my landlord
Everyone I encounter, I’m a problem for them…
I feel like I’m in everyone’s way. I ask for too much and give too little I guess. I feel like their lives would be better if I just disappear. Things would go back to normal for them, and my problems would vanish. I’m not benefiting them. I’m only taking. Yesterday, my boyfriend said I’m an expensive asset. He said it in a nice way, but I’m sure he meant it to mean that I’m draining him. I just feel so alone and sad and abandoned. I don’t know what to do anymore.
Can someone tell me what B.F. Skinner would be defined as in one word??
I missed the exam review because of my job interview and idk what he would be defined as…
If anyone knows, thanks.
:)
