i am incredibly annoyed.
i hate when people are flaky, when they back out of agreements, or when you are left stressed with little or no help. or a combination of the three.
it’s quite possible that in the near future i will be roommate-less, and maybe soon-to-be apartment-less. (preferably the latter)
a little advance notice would have been greatly appreciated.

as a result of this, along with a few other past situations, i have come to the conclusion that i am highly unapproachable. not only to strangers, as i had come to accept in the past, but also to my nearest and dearest friends. because i am often open with my emotions and words, (i.e; blunt), i suppose one finds it difficult to confront me about something. my assumption is that this difficulty stems from fear of what i may say to this person’s face, or how i may react toward them. here’s the thing people: i keep it simple. i think what i say, i say what i feel. none of this fake business.
i do often restrain myself to avoid offense, but i tell no lies.