Post by Sarah Crestwell on Aug 5, 2015 21:52:32 GMT -5
Sarah had thought long and hard about her living situation. About her problems with drugs and alcohol, though she truly didn't believe that pot was a part of that problem. She knew she could cleanse her system and quit whenever she wanted, quite literally, but it wasn't something that she was okay with. She knew that her work was doing something shady as all get out, but it was hers. That's what made her enjoy is do damned much. It was something she owned, she went out and got the job on her own and it's her efforts that bring her it's rewards.
Living here... she was just mooching. Which she needed, for awhile, to just relax and not accept the responsibility that her legal emancipation had given her. Now though? Now she knew the truth of the situation. And so she had been packing her things. She had to leave because whether it was intended or not, Macht's generosity had enabled her settling into this position. She hardly knew him and hardly even knew herself right now. Even with one arm she knew that she would be better off in terms of mental and emotional health if she could be independent.
She left a note, explaining that she needed to stop seeing him. That she needed to move out. Her copy of his keys were with it and she had gotten a cab to come by to pick her up to take her to her new place. It was a hole in the wall, shitty utilities, poor neighborhood, bad view, but it was perfect because it was hers. From the sidewalk abandoned couch to her mom's old mattress without a frame.
The television was small, the bathroom hadn't been cleaned properly in ages, and the kitchen was about as big as an ez bake oven setup. Still, it was hers. She was free here, and she was free to be herself knowing that she was now just her, Sarah, single, not in any sort of obligation. she lit up a cigarette and sat on a stool in the kitchen that leaned a little, causing it to rock whenever she shifted her weight.
She pulled the new prepaid phone out of its case and programmed in the list of numbers she had written down for herself.
She texted Sirynn.
Yo, I got my own place! It's trashy as hell. You should come by sometime, we can order pizza and marathon Twin Peaks! She didn't know if the girl had seen the show before but Sarah loved it.
Living here... she was just mooching. Which she needed, for awhile, to just relax and not accept the responsibility that her legal emancipation had given her. Now though? Now she knew the truth of the situation. And so she had been packing her things. She had to leave because whether it was intended or not, Macht's generosity had enabled her settling into this position. She hardly knew him and hardly even knew herself right now. Even with one arm she knew that she would be better off in terms of mental and emotional health if she could be independent.
She left a note, explaining that she needed to stop seeing him. That she needed to move out. Her copy of his keys were with it and she had gotten a cab to come by to pick her up to take her to her new place. It was a hole in the wall, shitty utilities, poor neighborhood, bad view, but it was perfect because it was hers. From the sidewalk abandoned couch to her mom's old mattress without a frame.
The television was small, the bathroom hadn't been cleaned properly in ages, and the kitchen was about as big as an ez bake oven setup. Still, it was hers. She was free here, and she was free to be herself knowing that she was now just her, Sarah, single, not in any sort of obligation. she lit up a cigarette and sat on a stool in the kitchen that leaned a little, causing it to rock whenever she shifted her weight.
She pulled the new prepaid phone out of its case and programmed in the list of numbers she had written down for herself.
She texted Sirynn.
Yo, I got my own place! It's trashy as hell. You should come by sometime, we can order pizza and marathon Twin Peaks! She didn't know if the girl had seen the show before but Sarah loved it.
