Ahhhhrrrrgggghhh!

My ex is driving me crazy, and it's going to be more than three weeks before I can move out (it's incredibly hard to find a nice place just before Christmas or right at the start of the new year and I wouldn't wish it on anyone - apart from maybe the ex, just so he has the faintest idea of what it's actually like). Best if I don't go into why on here, probably, in case it is used against me at a later date. Let's just say he's adding insult to injury on a fairly regular basis, and I've been through enough already.

The deposit for the new rental place is massive and it's going to take a big chunk out of what I'd been saving towards buying my own place. Sadly I can't move out to a cheap hotel etc in the meantime for similar reasons of cost, and I don't want to keep poncing spare rooms and sofas off my friends so I'll just have to tough it out. I'd like to go out every night between now and then, but there's just no way I can afford to keep doing that. February is going to be a very lean month and I'm dreading it.

The universe is testing me. And the universe can fuck right off.