Two months and the three years.

I've lived in my new appartment for about two months. I'm still... not really that settled in. It continues to feel like a expensive but shabby hotel.

My work and school schedule doesn't really help. I sleep in my room. And that's about it. Sure, I eat some food in the morning. And sometimes scribble on math problems in a frantic way. But that's about it. I need to have friends here, and live in the place.

And knowing that I can't really get anything better until someone thinks it's a good idea to share a appartment with me... is a bit stifeling.

Everything that happened on saturday is really messing me up. I'll not be well until this is resolved.