skoosh

...am at a loss in life. WTF. Where am I going to put all my shit? I don't know. It's the question of the day. At least my parents are happy it's out of the attic. But now what?

It will just stay packed away. I'm sure of it. Hooray for me. My life is in boxes. There is just no room for me, my boyfriend, his daughter, and his roommate in one house. And since I am the last one to move in....... I would just feel like shit moving all their stuff around to make room for me. What gives me the right anyway?

It's like..... "Hey I live here now so move your shit." "Hey, I live here now so I am going to redecorate how I want it done."

Yeah I don't think so. It makes me sound like a bitch. But at the same time, I have to move everything around otherwise my stuff is going to stay in those boxes.......those seven boxes. But I want to feel like I live there too. Know what I mean? And my boyfriend says it's no big deal. He says to move things around and make room for myself so I can make myself feel more like it's my home too......... but I feel like I'm barging in on everyone and how they have had everything set up for years.

Ugh. I want my own god damn place where i don't feel like I am infringing on anybody.