Learning to live with people is difficult. There are so many pressures that I'm faced with. I don't know many people in this town, so I'm always home. I think he doesn't really like that, so I feel pressured to get out. He is like, super skinny; So I feel like I should at least pretend I'm healthy and buy healthy food. It's just really hard. He always talks about himself and his life. I don't know how long I'm going to last for.
On the other end of the spectrum; He's clean! THANK GOD. I'm a messy person when it's my own stuff. So my bedroom and well; the house before he moved in. But when I'm sharing something, like now, the house, I am considerate enough to be clean and hope they're the same.
I honestly did not think that I'd get so annoyed of a person living with me this quickly. He just sits in his room and I'm sure he's as depressed as I am. I don't find comfort in being alone, EVER. However; I don't find comfort being with him.
Moving out of home to Albury was one of the hardest things I've ever done. The scariest too. Making the decision; I couldn't wait to get out. Now, all I want is my room back, my parents fridge and my friends. e
Since moving, I've really had to learn the value of tolerance. I hate ALOT of people and I was usually not afraid to make sure they were aware of it. Now; I don't really have the option of hating anyone. Simply because I cannot afford to get on the bad side of anyone. I barely have any friends and I'm in serious struggle town. Contrary to popular belief; it's getting harder over time, not easier. I don't know how long I'm going to last with my house mate. I don't know how long I'm going to last with my course and I don't know how long I'm going to last with my life. It's tough. Tolerance is important. Strength is necessary.
Nigger, be tough.
