september has proven to be most ridiculous and unluckiest month of life.
after being homeless for week when roomate turned out to be crazed scam artist, new apartment has also fallen through due to no fault of own.
the guy whose room i'm renting has unexpectedly been called back to boston for work.
said i must vacate by october 10th.
was a real douche on phone.
however, these horrid events have led me to a profound realization:
no one cares.
honestly.
no one cares if you lost 2 apartments in the past 3 weeks.
no one cares if the t was so crowded you were forced to sit next to a dirty chinese man eating a questionable looking sandwich.
no one cares if, because of said t, your boss yells at you for being late and smelling like questionable sandwich.
no one cares if that hot guy was checking you out at that party. he probably wasn't anyways.
no one cares if shelly told ryan who told meg who told conor that marie had sex with alice's boyfriend.
no one cares if you missed class and need someone to tell you the homework.
no one.
this simple truth has set me free.
i was always under the delusion that people cared about what i had to say, what i wore, and what happened to me.
i guess no one really does.
well, maybe my mother.
don't get me wrong, i have many friends.
but they're too caught up in their own problems that no one else really cares about.
so during times like these
times when i've been made a (partially) homeless gypsy by scam artists and guys who have been called back to work in boston from albany
that i must always remember that there is no one in the entire universe that cares, unless it directly effects them.
so i should just stfu.
and keep looking on craigslist.
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