I don't know how it came to this. Somewhere along I had moments of despair, sorrow, lost my will to live, and while it feels to be over now it all was sucked into the walls, into every unnecessary piece of furniture, into every piece of garbage I should have thrown out a long time ago.
The air is toxic here, so are all the rays of light hitting my eyes. This place is just too heavy, too lonely to cope with. All the homely disorder has turned against me. All the bugs that once were my friends are now hiding and plotting against me. All the pipes tell me terrible things.
And I cannot move out.
Moving out would require money and power I don't really possess right now. Moving would require me to do much more than just clean out this shithole, get a new apartment, and be done with. No, it would require me to deal with the shithead landlord I'm not even actually sure is a shithead, but I just assume by my stereotype of landlords that he is. A dark landlord that has casted a terrible spell on my apartment that breaks my psyche and my will to get anything done.
I'm not allowed to have pets or smoke.
The air is toxic here, so are all the rays of light hitting my eyes. This place is just too heavy, too lonely to cope with. All the homely disorder has turned against me. All the bugs that once were my friends are now hiding and plotting against me. All the pipes tell me terrible things.
And I cannot move out.
Moving out would require money and power I don't really possess right now. Moving would require me to do much more than just clean out this shithole, get a new apartment, and be done with. No, it would require me to deal with the shithead landlord I'm not even actually sure is a shithead, but I just assume by my stereotype of landlords that he is. A dark landlord that has casted a terrible spell on my apartment that breaks my psyche and my will to get anything done.
I'm not allowed to have pets or smoke.