Okay; So I moved to Melbourne $4000 in debt with a backpack and a head full of ideals. Reality is just beginning to sink its teeth in. Actually, No. Reality just took a big fucking bite out of my idealism and spat it back in my face. I’m in way over my head. My head; kind of reminds me of when you try and screw something on backwards and it just doesn’t quite fit and you get so frustrated you end up throwing it at a wall or something. My own personal grasp on reality, which was so fickle to begin with, is rapidly declining with my lack of social interaction, or connection to anything at all really, especially myself. Today, I not only discovered that my debt situation is so out of control that I am going interstate with almost no money at all on the weekend, but I have managed to misplace both my wallet (full of identification and bank cards and pre purchased met cards. Oh yeah, and a 10 dollar note that meant I could eat for the next two days) and my passport; my backup ID, worth over $200, which has somehow disappeared off the face of the Earth. The thing is I know what I probably did with both my wallet and passport; I left my wallet somewhere near work when I was too busy trying to make friends with retards so work is bearable, and I left my passport in Officeworks when I was photocopying it for rental applications for 3 BEDROOM HOUSES THAT I DONT EVEN NEED TO FUCKING LOOK FOR ANYMORE!! That bitch owes me about $20 worth of tram fares, and a new passport obviously. I had to walk for 2 hours to inspect those houses. Cunts. This rant has gotten out of control. But the fact that I have no one to vent to at all is driving me even further towards the absolute brink of insanity. I need a goddamn night out in this fucking city.
