Right now I'm solo.

Having no money really complicates life. Sure, it was my decision to live alone and pay more than double what I was paying last year, but doesn't my emotional well-being count for something? I don't think I would have survived living with a roommate for another year, and I almost mean that literally.

Don't get me wrong. I love having my own place. I love how everything in it is mine, chosen by me. I love how, when I get home from work, everything is exactly where I left it. I love that I can move from one room to another and do whatever I want, whenever I want. I can watch my shows, sit online for hours, take a long shower, and it doesn't matter because I only have to answer to myself.

Does it get lonely every once in awhile? Sure. But my two best friends live in this very building, just a 20 second walk away. And with those two, you can really never get too lonely.

But the money thing is the real downfall. I have methods starting in four (!!!) days, and I don't have the wardrobe for it. I have $25 in the bank right now. I have rent due again in 25 days. It's never-ending. But this is what I chose. This is the life I decided to lead. And you know what, I think it's a pretty good one.