this is what it must feel like to have 'cold feet'.
i have a terrible unsettling feeling in my stomach, and its not from the disgustingly over-topped bacon cheese steak and fried mozzarella i downed earlier.
the reviews are in. and my new apartment building is shitty. its old, it has charm. and it also has intruding management, and workers. Seriously though, that doesn't sit well with me. I feel like I'm setting myself up for some sort of rape scene. Its like...i know someone will barge into my apartment and possibly rape me, but i don't know when...and though i have knowledge of said rape scene...i still allow myself to move in and wait kindly to be raped.
I have nice things, and i don't want trash fondling my shoes, purses, or downloading scat porn when I'm not home.
I'm having second thoughts, and its far too late.
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