Bleh.

Uncertainty makes me want to cry. Househunting makes me want to beat the shit out of things.

Third entry today about fucking living situations. I am really upset about the whole thing. Everyone is telling me we'll find something, don't worry, don't stress, but it is like staring into a dark tunnel. It's just starting to creep up and scare me and I don't like it. And I want to cry and smash plates. Or babies.