Waiting for the bus going to the apartment of a comrade I'm staying at who thinks we're in a relationship or something and smells like wet dog. Wouldn't it be fucking great if I could live with someone I really wanted to live with? Haha. Imagine that. Literally everyone I've lived with has either made me hella uncomfortable or treated me like shit. There's a girl I like who I went out with once and I don't think she's interested in me anymore even though she says otherwise. I have no friends to stay with besides this person. Circling the drain like always. I wonder what being happy is like.