Drama

 you don't like drama? oh, if you do, you don't have to be shy! if ypu really don't, that's entirely okay, too.

where should i start on my drama?

well, as i arrived home, i was assigned different towels than the ones i usually use. my father seemed a bit awkward about them but i was too tired to pay it much mind, so let's say i'm projecting the awkwardness of it back.

a few days passed like this... until, on a friday, i was informed that my father had a girlfriend now, and she was coming over. i went out for a walk, hurt myself badly, and when i arrived home i went into the bathroom to wash my wounds. first, i noticed some fancier toilet paper, and i smirked. just a man, i thought, after all, really wants to impress her. but after having washed my wounds, i turned to dry my hands, and saw my old towels on the rack. they were hers now. he put my towels out for her.

this, honestly, turned to some bitterness. i would laugh the toilet paper thing off, i would not mind her leaving her jacket on the hanger where usually i hang mine, but the towels were too much. but why was i bitter at her? she obviously didn't ask my father to please be allowed to use his daughter's towels, so the issue was with his decision making. i, genuinely wanting to build some relationship with her, was very, very careful around the towel rack.

after she left, and i succeeded in not even touching my old towels, i told my father i thought it would be a good idea to get her different towels, because i find it weird. he didn't say anyhing, and when she came back again the next weekend, sure enough she still had my old towels.

but finally i was going to leave, have my own towels and my own house. i was over the damn moon at the thought of it.

the train i came on was so incredibly crowded. i couldn't sleep, my knee hurt from sitting, i was hungry (and shy to eat in front of others).

but i was finally home. when i opened the door, i saw that stuff had been moved. after looking around the house for intruders or someone currently being over, i was faced with the consequences of my landlady, who let me live here to be available to help her with clening, had come over, taken out some trash i left for later, washed some laundry and dishes, and on her way to take some plants out from my room and hang a curtain there, moved all the laundry i had sorted on my floor for washing when i'll be back.

oh, god, this had my adrenaline through the roof! i immediately told all my friends, then sat down, ate all the food i wanted to eat on the train, and ordered some more. so now i need to move, and i love this part of the city so much! there's lots of green and many places are easily accessible, but this one violation of my privacy and personal stuff was too fucking much for me.

i did also realize that there's always better coming. so maybe i should manifest myself a new apartment. maybe i shpuld manifest myself the entire life i had wanted in budapest, or in lisbon; or maybe i should manifest something else entirely?

still, now i have to leave.