People, things have suddenly come unstuck. Panic has begun to set in and I've just developed a terrible headache.

I might be moving in two weeks (this is obviously a good thing, and is dependent on some pending external factors); my flatmate did not take this news well. In fact, I would go as far as saying..he took it badly, and was fairly pissed. I hope he doesn't suffocate me in the night.

I have a dirty conscience.

You see, in August I said I would stay until January, but that was before a number of other wheels began moving, and also before the great soy sauce swindle of Sept 09. Now I want out big times. When I moved in, the deal was 2 weeks notice. I'm not on the lease, I didn't pay bond. In theory, I could leave tomorrow and be done with it. However, my flatmate, who is going to India in 3 weeks, does not see it this way. He wants me to stay/continue paying rent until January. Said he, "I don't have time to deal with this now. You have to stay until January."

That is not going to happen.

But, unfortunately, I just can't bring myself to be all like, "you know what, fuck you, I'm moving out in 2 weeks whether or not I've found someone to replace me. Suck it." My conscience is too guilty. Damn, I should have been a Catholic or something.

Thoughts?