From what seemed like the perfect opportunity is quickly becoming a bit of a nightmare. Bottom line is I’m not ready to leave and the financial stress is really getting me down. I think it may be best I don’t go ahead with it. But, I really don’t want to let my housemate down and I still want to leave.
I don’t know what to do.
What a mess I’ve created.
I’ve realised how much life terrifies me. I’ve always relied on others to look after me, as pathetic as that sounds, I have no idea how to live in the real world. I know survival, but not actual living. I’m so scared of losing my Dad, he’s not even that sick, yet the thought fills me with heartache and fear. I’m dependent on him, far more than I should be.