It's not a loan. It's an offer of a place to live that charges based on what I can afford, and a roommate / landlord that I know and am friends with. I've fucked this kind of situation up before, but . . . well, I know what I did wrong, and I'm unlikely to fuck it up in the same way, again.
So . . . I'm still poor, and I still need to find a way to structure my finances and handle them in a proper manner, but . . . "poor" has been taken into account, and the leeway to learn these new skills is there, too.
It's not a complete reversal, but I've started turning around. All I have to do is keep trying.
I'm poking and prodding friends to see if they want to participate in an email RPG I'll run. Some have responded enthusiastically. I hope the others can find the time and energy to join in the fun. I miss them, and maybe it'll be a way for all of us to walk away from our problems for a while.
I have an opportunity to participate in an organization I feel strongly about. The name is not important to this diary, only that I have a chance to take my life and experience out into the world to help people in the small way I can at this time. That, too, will help me walk away from my own problems for a while.
It might all fall apart. I don't see how, but it could. The point, though, is that I have a chance. Didn't I say twenty-four hours is a long time?
It doesn't hurt that I'm taking my Pills properly, and I'm opening myself up to others, and accepting their love in whatever way they can give it. Maybe I'm a little to blame for this happy alignment of the planets?
Peace and love, voyeurs and voyeurettes. If there's anything I can do for you, let me know.