So a while back, I was venting about how awful things were where I was living and eventually my family was going to have to move by the 25th of November.

Well, it looks like it's happening sooner than I thought.

A family friend, April, is gathering some people to help us put some of the larger things into storage tomorrow afternoon.

She also helped us pay up front for a temp 2-bedroom apartment.

We don't have enough to move into a steady household, so everyone is going to have to work in order to make this work out.

She promised we won't go homeless, so I suppose that is one less thing to stress over.

Makes me wonder if my deadbeat brother is going to do something, because he hasn't been doing much for the past 5 years now...

Because I don't want to be stuck in an in between place for several months, and if he isn't going to contribute, then he needs to figure something else out, so we can find a place for 4 people and not 5.

Rent is already sky fucking high anyway thanks to COVID and greed landlords...

So with that being said, things are going to fucking suck for me for a little while.

Do not expect art, I imagine all of my art supplies are going to go into storage and hopefully not get damaged.

Also, I probably won't be online as often.

My computer table is supposed to be going tomorrow as well, and with a labtop with a damaged display, it's going to be hard to use anything online in general.

At least I have my phone, but it's very weak, so I'll have to use it sparingly.

...I'm starting to think that "happiness" is something I'm never going to truly fine in life...

Especially when every 5 to 7 years, something comes and fucks what little happiness I find up.

That's all for now, I'm tired, I'm stress, and the future is clouded.

But... What else is new...