Pros.
1) by london's standards, the flat myself, otto and the other 50% live in is in fairly good condition (translation: is not falling apart at the seams) and not entirely unaffordable (translation: has not resulted in debt so great it would cause me a personal great depression);
and encountering someone who causes me heart palpitations on a sporadic but daily basis seemed a reasonable price to pay.
Cons.
1) i cannot escape him (at home or abroad aka the charity shop we work at);
at least when i still lived with my mum i could rush out work of and return to the (dis)comfort of my family home. now i don't have the luxury. he infects every inch of my life.
2) sometimes i wake up to his portrait and i am reminded of the good old days. then art comes into view and i realise this is a landscape painting i am not a part of.
3) art(y);
he is a constant reminder of my faults and a failings. an assurance i am not enough.
4) otto is both the reason i moved in and the reason i want nothing more than to leave.
5) although i see him every day all i do is miss him.
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Thoughts??
