Still don’t have a place to live for the coming semester.

And I’m going back up to the city in less than a week, and classes start in two weeks.

Why does everyone bail on me? I’m not directing this to anyone in particular, but I just don’t get why all my plans, which I’ve worked pretty hard to assemble and all, just seem to fall through at the last minute.

I will say though, I’ve definitely been taken advantage of in this regard. (Speaking about a particular person/case that happened earlier this summer, which set off this trend of people basically dumping me out of our plans at the last minute.) I more or less arranged for a living situation to start on August 1st, and when I realized it couldn’t work out, the other person scooped in and snapped it up, and half-assedly told me after the fact. You know, just completely disregarding the fact that I was the one who procured the rooms/living spaces and arranged for everything.

How many times can Kevin get fucked over in one summer?