I've been trying to move out for, I don't know how long, and I haven't been successful yet. I can't say that it wasn't ever my fault, but I have tried to do better. My "friend" Matt wants to move in with me and Marc when we get a place in about four weeks. I have a little bit of money saved up and Marc has a little bit more. Matt has shit. I know that I can cover two months rent if I lose my job. Marc can do the same. However, Matt can only afford to pay a fucking whore to make him forget the fact that he just got evicted.

The reason I have been so afraid of moving out is because every friend of mine has been screwed by a roommate in one way or another. I didn't want to have to come back home in shame. I have finally felt that I am ready to make it on my own and Matt wants to join me and Marc. He is so confident that he can pay his bills with his monthly income that he refuses to save money up. I'm sorry, but I did not spend this much time in the shell to come out and get kicked in the balls.

I believe in giving people a chance. I believe that people can do better. But I won't give a fucking half of a chance to someone who doesn't even act like he wants to do better with his life. Matt acts like he is happy with living in poverty. He seems to want to live his life month to month. I live every day to the fullest, but that doesn't mean I sacrifice my future. I know that every day could be my last, but I'm gonna have something saved incase it isn't. Fate can only bring you so much. Eventually you have to take care of your own. I will not allow my ship to sink because someone else didn't want to pull his own weight.

I have no problem if he is able to pay his share of the bills every month, but I won't cover for him if he can't. He is on his own. As I said to him, "I will have no sympathy for you because I don't expect you to have any sympathy for me." But I probably should have said, "If I ever see you begging on the street, I'll be sure to pull over and give you a fucking quarter."

PS After reading this I want to clarify for those who don't know... Marc is my best friend. While we may argue constantly, and we may sometimes say not so polite things about each other, he is my best friend. Matt follows close behind in the rankings, but no cigar.