Being a broke bitch sucks.

I’m currently in my last semester of grad school and I’m supposed to be working on my thesis but instead I had to relocate during reading week because of a fire in my last apartment building. I couldn’t afford rent on my own so I’ve moved in with a friend of a friend. She seems like a bit of a priss but was generous enough to offer up her spare room so we could each afford to live a little larger and I wasn’t in a position to turn her down.

After my recent trauma I wanted to treat myself so I bought a new diary with some of the last of my cash. I know I may not seem like the type but I like to make it a habit of writing in my diary every day. Call me old fashioned but I still like to put my personal writing in a physical book. It’s therapeutic for me but this is it for my first entry. I’m super tired and ready to crawl into bed.

I just finished moving all my stuff in today after all.