Sigh..well, I called the crisis line and just couldn't connect with the woman on the other end. She sounded like a sweet old granny and I found myself trying to soften the whole story.
I also called the housing commission people (I'm on the list for community housing) but a place isn't available yet. I'm not an emergency case either, apparently. They do have a rent assistance scheme though so they are posting out the forms. YAy more forms.

I wish I could have the guts to scream down the phone "well if you don't help I might just take matters into my own hands then? How'd you like that on your conscience huh?"
But I am cursed with the family trait of be polite and don't make a fuss.

I feel like I'm drowning.

And my ex...why the hell am I living in the same place as my ex? It's weird and wrong! But she's acting as if everything is normal. I said to her she better find someone else to take with her to this convention thing this weekend and she said "Oh, you don't wanna go?" like we were best buds or something. No, I DON'T want to go with someone who just broke up with me, you idiot!!!! (wish I'd said that.)