Oh! I know... I know... It's just a place like any other... but it was a place called HOME. I named it "Phoenix". I know I HAVE to move, for there's no way I can afford to pay the expenses. Everytime I take out something hanging on a wall it feels like demoting. I AM BEING DEMOTED, because I don't know how to make a living in an unstable country like this one. (It would be quite different if I were American and came to live and study here because one USD is a lot of money here).
I have been hiding from the fact I could not afford living here. I abandoned my beloved house completely: didn't clean it, tidy it... couldn't fix what got broken because of lack of money. Now I've got to face it's over. I'm packing and cleaning to show it for sale. It's coming back to life again and I feel miserable, for I haven't enjoyed it for a long time. I really wanted it to die with me. It expelled me in some way. I know it's just a THING, but some people like me get attached to houses as if they were living creatures.
This tag is a collection of nonsense. I'm sad. That's all...
I have been hiding from the fact I could not afford living here. I abandoned my beloved house completely: didn't clean it, tidy it... couldn't fix what got broken because of lack of money. Now I've got to face it's over. I'm packing and cleaning to show it for sale. It's coming back to life again and I feel miserable, for I haven't enjoyed it for a long time. I really wanted it to die with me. It expelled me in some way. I know it's just a THING, but some people like me get attached to houses as if they were living creatures.
This tag is a collection of nonsense. I'm sad. That's all...