I'm currently watching one of my favorite movies trying to quell the gigantic mood swing that happened when I filled out the paperwork for disability. My mother's been nagging me to do this for years and because of pride I've put it off. Now I'm doing it, and I'm not happy. I feel it's like a give up on life card. Like my self worth is plummeting. At what point in life do you become unable to function appropriately?
Enough of that.
My roommates are in the process of breaking up and it's the most awkward situation to sit and watch unfold. She's pulling away, she's found another guy. He's kicked up the sweetness. She won't leave him because she's afraid of being poor. I just don't understand. I would never stay in a place that I'm growing increasingly unhappy with. The new boo makes her happy. How you can fall in love with someone via phone in a week I won't understand. Maybe i'm just too fucking cynical to realize that love can happen at a pure serendipitous moment.
I'm just so angry today. I don't even know why.
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