everyone's happy to see the nice young men in their clean white coats

i am moving into a hippie commune with six other people who all share the organic bulgur! omgwtf! what am i doing! i am thirty-one years old and that is absolutely TOO old for these shenanigans! oh god oh god oh god and when i went there before it was like this huge, serene, peaceful house full of lovely sunny common space. and now it's like a turkish flea market but slightly less calm than that. there are all these subletters and one girl moved out for the summer and they all left their crap in the upstairs common space and nobody thought to be like "hey amy are you cool with this?" and you know...i don't think i'm cool with this!

and so i ended up sitting in the middle of what used to be my dining room floor because that for some reason was the only place in my apartment that was both getting cell phone reception AND within reach of an outlet, talking to k but really more like hysterically laughscreaming along the lines of "HAHAHAHAHAOHMYGOD WHATAMIDOING WHY DID YOU LET ME DO THIS?!?! YOU PEOPLE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE MY FRIENDS WHYDIDYOULETMEDOTHIS?!?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

k said "if it's horrible i will help you move again"
and i said "that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me"

i am having a mental breakdown i swear.