Uncle wrote:
... How are things now? a little better?

Yes, better. I didn't self-harm and I got a new apartment for October 1. This brings to a conclusion my failed roommate experiment. I'm basically living at my Mom's now anyway. Her apartment is tiny, it's a bachelor in the senior's complex. Now that I've got a place we are getting along better as we see an end to this arrangement.
The place I'm moving to is a bachelor in what used to be a Super 8 motel. So basically it's a motel room with a lease; included are hydro, heat, wireless internet and there is a laundry service. It is pet friendly so I can have my cats. And .....my own bathroom. I am so pleased about this. I did not realize that sharing a bathroom is basically having access to a public toilet. My room is right by the bathroom too so I can hear the guys when they are using it.
So, yeah, even though I was having a massive meltdown I was able to secure this place. My Mom's neighbour says it's known as the schizo hotel and I don't doubt it, but whatever, I'll fit in. It is a mixture of students and young benefit recipients.
I still feel a massive sense of unbelonging. It's like I'm pretending, going through the motions, but I don't genuinely experience what I am doing. My life feels like a prison sentence. Stuck in this painful body surround by superficial idiots (present company excepted) and no hope of ever being able to live the life I want to.
I have decided that I am going to learn to quilt. I have never been good at sewing; the only time I used a sewing machine was in home economics back in 1983 and I found it to be a terrifying experience. I hope to be better able to learn to use it on my own. I've always wanted to do landscape quilting or "art" quilting and my idea is to design each square as a room of a dollhouse, so the completed quilt is a complete dollhouse.