My landlord suddenly decided to tell me he's planning to sell the room. I'm so mad and sad and frustrated and feeling like everything I've managed to build is crumbling, all my life upturned and the safety and the certainty gone in a blink. My old fears that I'm unfit for a good life are resurfacing; I'm berating myself for investing so much time and money in my living arrangements and not gearing up for possible fallouts. Which, well. Unfair.
As if I needed that on top of my procrastination problems.