I knew I was having second thoughts when I developed a rash. It was full-body. It stared on my neck and spread: Pretty soon it was on my arms, my back, my legs, my feet
My feet!
So here is the thing: Once I start begging coworkers (that I don’t even know that well) whether or not they truly think it would be a wise decision to move to Hells Kitchen, I realized what I did not, don’t want, to realize
The best decisions I make never need affirmation. They don’t need approval. Hell. Fuck it. I don’t think this expensive doorman apartment is a good idea.
I am a painfully regretful person.
And cheap.
Can I please please have my deposit back?
