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So it was the second look at an apartment I had - talking yoda style.
The landlord called me back in twenty minutes and said the place is yours - bring me a cashier's check for $2000 dollars and let's sign that lease.
For a bit I was relieved and excited a bit, but now I'm fucking freaking out of my pie-hole.
I called him this morning to cancel the shit. I felt anxious and peeved. What is going on with me?
Isn't this what I wanted? Didn't I want to be a girl on my own and living on my own?
Mark wrote this email to me - basically saying in short sentences that he knew it was over and that that way why he was so sad.
Is it over? Is it normal to get cold feet when the deed will be done?
This is horrible, and it is more horrible that no one can answer it for me.
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