I broke up with my gf the other day. I have to be out of my house by tuesday. I'll be staying on my brother's couch for a while, till I get a job and a place and shit like that. Everyone thinks I'm crazy, and nothing makes sense to anyone but me. I'm always the guy that's there for other people. I've stretched myself to thin. I need to regather myself. People may take advantage of me, but I let it happen. I can always say no. I just need to remember to set clear boundries, and stick to them in the future. I'm mostly numb and angry right now, but I think I'm doing a good job at blocking the anger part out, and not being a dick to my ex. Who will likely leave without have done her chores. I don't ask for much, maybe because even when I do ask for something, I rarely get it. Chipping in for rent and bills? Obviously out of the question, dusting and taking the garbage out once a week? not likely.
Whatever. Everyone comes to their fictional finalism in the end that suits what they can live themselves for.
Some people have friends they can talk, people that are there for them, people who give them whatever kind of support they need. I have distant friends, councelors, and booze. And I won't have much money for booze. I've always been the capable reliable one, now I need one of those people for me.
