Shit. Shit shit shit. Just when I'm starting school.

Not her fault, of course, but this couldn't be more shittily timed. I'm not going to be able to afford this.

I wonder when she'll be going. After June? Oh crap. I'm fucked. I'm absolutely fucked.

I can't live with some stranger. Not with my strata situation. Not while I'm living there. With Helen's rent coming in and the little help from Gramma I would still be slightly short of cash even after working 20 hours a week. FUCK.

OK stop panicking.

Just breathe.

Something will present itself.

Fuck.