It's been forever since I posted here. I suck like that. Honestly, I haven't felt like dealing with it on top of everything else.
I wound up moving to Joplin, Missouri to stay with a friend. She told me almost nothing about the true living situation in this house, so I walked in totally unprepared to discover the state of it. The bedroom I sleep in with her daughter and her roommate's daughter always smells like cat pee because one of her cats won't stop peeing in there, and there are now 7 people living in this tiny house, which isn't much bigger than J and S's house.
The worst part was that she didn't tell me exactly what kind of bug problem she had. She told me they only came over when people moved out of a duplex down the street, because she was ashamed of it and so she lied to me about it. If I'd known the extent, I would never have come here. I am basically phobic of roaches, so for the first 3 days I was here I did nothing but cry and have anxiety attacks. My skin has been crawling for days, and I'm terrified I will find them in my hair. I almost want to shave my head and start over, but I know a lot of the itch on my head is psychological.
So I'm moving to Emporia in two days to live with H, which was the original plan, before I changed my mind because this place was made to sound so much more stable. Unfortunately, it's very, very not stable (more on that after I get to Emporia), and I can barely function in this house. The only thing I want to do is not be here. I can't even shower without being afraid I'll find one in the shower with me. I'm only eating in the evenings because I hate going into the kitchen and I'm afraid to touch any of the food or dishes, so I'm only eating enough to get by until I can get the HELL out of here. And oh god, one just appeared on the couch next to me. *shudder* If things continue the way they have been today, I may have to go to a homeless shelter or something with my stuff until then, or I put myself at risk for a huge backslide on the self-harming. Upside, I've completely stopped biting my nails because I want no part of this house in my mouth.
H is being wonderful about this. I have to abandon my dresser here because I don't want to accidentally bring the roaches with me, and she's offered to buy me a new plastic one to keep my clothes in, and she's going to take anything that might be hard to decontaminate to a dry cleaner to get that fixed. I've already applied at 4 different places, or maybe 5, I forget, and hopefully someone calls me very soon. Definitely looking forward to that.
I miss everyone at the house so much. I even made a collage desktop background for myself, which I'm going to completely overhaul when I get to H's and have some free time after we determine if my computer is contaminated or not. Woo.
Anyway, maybe I'll write another post later, but right now I have to go.