TL,DR I won't be online forever

When it gets late at night, my inhibitions slowly melt away and I feel more open to the world. At the same time, I happen to be on the internet and sadly, this can result in long rants on social media and instant messaging services. Tonight, the honour of being used for sleep deprived ranting goes to deviantART, and all my watchers. Oh, how lucky you truly are. You are in for a treat.

So, let's start at the beginning - Essentially, I'm being evicted from my flat. Not by my landlord, but by a series of extenuating circumstances. You see, way back when I lost the home I had with my ex, I ended up crashing with my parents, which did not go well. I eventually found a job and moved in with my brother, his fiancé, and her brother. I would have done this sooner, had there been room. However, they themselves had just lost a house mate (her brother broke up with his girlfriend and moved out), which meant either I moved in or one of his loud white trash mates moved in. So naturally I took (what I later learned existed after living there for a while) the bullet and moved in.

Now there were pros and cons to this. A pro was that I didn't have to live with my parents any more - they can afford to live properly again and neither of us had to put up with each others crap. Unfortunately, that's the only pro. Cons included (and are not exclusive to) there being no spare bedroom available for me, being only allowed to move in as a licencee (meaning no say in any decisions regarding tenancy agreements), being expected to pay the same housekeeping and rent as everyone while having less of what it pays for, living with a lovey-dovey couple who from the outside looks like an adorable train wreck waiting to happen (because I swear if I have to hear about how amazing their sex life is there will be a train wreck and I will be the cause), people wandering in who I do not know (and when I think I do, new faces show up), incredibly loud music being played at almost all hours of the night, and learning to live with a drug addict.

The room I ended up living in for so many months used to be the room the freezer and dryer lived. It was also filled with power tools and other DIY equipment. I had to empty it and sleep on the floor on my first night. Thankfully, my bro and his fiancé helped out and provided bedding - her nan even donated her fold out bed and her mum donated a mattress for the cause. I remain truly thankful. However, even with a fresh lick of paint, the tiny utility room was not built to be a bedroom, and it felt like a prison after the first two months.

I also lost that job I talked about earlier two weeks after I moved. It was an awkward, dodgy job anyway. I'd rather have my ethics intact, thank you. The hunt for more work continues to this day, and every knock back I hit only makes me feel worse. Slowly my mind is falling into a dark place and I grow fearful as to where it goes. Sadly, my descent into self-diagnosed insanity was not assisted by my living conditions, mainly due to the fact that my 19-year-old soon-to-be brother-in-law and his gang of uneducated loud monkeys decided to smoke enough marijuana to get the entire street high just by the smell of it. And boy, did the police smell it.

The raid was not enjoyable to watch. Nor was my brother's fiancé's breakdown, which went into full swing as her kid brother was pushed to the wall of our hallway as the copper searched him for more weed. "Thankfully", everyone got off with a warning - I would have preferred an arrest warrant. It was traumatising to watch my future sister-in-law become a puddle of blubbering wails as her nonchalant ignorant ass hole of a brother just shrugs off the incident. Hell, he still smokes the stuff in his room (as much as his sister denies to accept that). Luckily for her, she doesn't know about the ketamine that his mates bring in to snort... But all of this happened a long time ago. Let me get to the point.

My brother and his fiancé, having explained that this living arrangement was not good for her mental health, nor the health of their bank accounts of the local council, were given a new place to live by a housing association. Great news! They were shown a lovely top-floor flat, two decent sized bedrooms and a on-suite kitchen to their living room. A prefect first time marital home. But, they can't move in unless they end the contract in this flat. Normally, I'd be the first to get the hell out of this hell hole, but... Well, I have nowhere else to go. It's either here, or some place surrounded with people who are ten times worse than the little shit I live with now. And, as a licencee, I get no say in what happens to the tenancy. So, it was a vote between the three remaining tenants. And they all agreed to end the contract... Leaving me and Mr. Little Shit without a place to go.

But wait, Mr. Little Shit gets to move in with my brother and his fiancé in their nice flat while he looks for a place to stay! Well isn't that a fucking laugh. And the stupid thing is that he's already found somewhere to live. He just needs to find the deposit and he's all set (a deposit which no doubt will find its way into the pocket of the local green dealer rather than the landlord). Whereas I have yet to find anywhere, and that's not the part of the sheer stupidity of this decision I hate the most. It was explained to the council that this kid was one of the main causes of discomfort and inability to live in the current housing. I would imagine it was one of the deciding factors in the council's decision to put them on the housing list in the first place. So why let him move in? Their life is only going to get worse.

I've got until the 20th to move out. Don't worry, I've gotten in contact with a potential place to stay, but I just need to wait for confirmation that I can have the room. For some reason they're funny about guys under 25 years old moving in... I can only wait now.

I've packed everything that needs to be packed. Wherever I go, the chances are high that I won't have internet there, so there is a chance that I will be on an indefinite hiatus from dA, PoL, as well as any/all social networks and instant messaging services. I'm sure you're all used to me not updating or uploading anything for days on end, so you'll be fine. Just be nice to each other and remember to feed Doug. I'll be back when life finally throws me a fucking bone.

Ta ta for now,