And what makes me happy...

And what makes me happy..drum roll...Being in the movies!!

So I've been in the new apartment for around a month now, and at the moment, I am happy to report so far so good. There are a few problems in the apt. that still need to be fixed, but because it is so quiet, and the new neighbors are respectful and nice. It is a very fair trade off. I'm still not living in LA next year though.

Don't want to speak too soon, but right now, Mike and I are fine. I guess our friendship is better because I'm not obsessing over him any more and I'm trying to do my own thing. He's trying to do the same, and as a result. We have been able to hang out with no drama. It's really nice.

My cousin and I are fine. I was upset at her because she told me something I didn't want to hear, but needed to hear. My sister in turn backed up what she said, except meaner. The reason I bitched so much for so long, is that I did not, repeat did not want to focus on myself at all. Hell, I didn't even take myself into consideration when looking for the apartment in the first place. So I basically locked myself in the house in my room, with nothing but me and the TV, and did not talk on the phone to anyone for a few weeks.

The most shocking thing about the whole devil house scenario is how much I alienated my friends with my constant complaining. I really had no idea at the that I was in so much pain, and to be honest, there is really nothing else that can heal you but time. The whole Mike situation snowballed because I really took absolutely no time to analyze what was really going on. Also, it was compounded with the fact that I made a huge error in judgement in getting the apartment itself in the first place, I didn't check it out as thoroughly as I should have, I didn't ask enough questions, and I wasn't even close to my usual responsible self, because all I wanted to do was play house with Mike because it would be the answer to all of my problems. And guess what? not only did the problems still persist, they got worse. Thus, , briefly temporarily me turning into my mother.

My BFF were having a conversation last night about regrets, and to be honest, the only real regret that I have is moving into that apartment. Isn't that sad? So much unecessary stress, but whatever, I'm outta there now. I just hope I'm not on the street next time. I rather be there than back in Satan's summer home again.