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Today held such promise of being at least an 'okay' day.
I'm so emotional, and distressed, and frustrated, and over-heating, and unable to focus, and don't want to pack, but only have a couple of days to do it, and have to be out of this apartment before we're allowed into the new one, and have no way of moving my furniture downtown at all, and don't have enough time, and I just want to slam my fist into the wall and scream and cry for a good long time. Oh, look. Got the crying thing down.
I want to go back home, where I didn't have to worry about anything. I was actually happy for a couple days. Happy. It was nice.
Now it's just back to the shitty, over-stressed, no time to do anything, psychologically damaging life I lead. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I swear to the powers that be, if I survive until the end of the month, it'll be a pure miracle.
EDIT: Rented a UHaul. One less thing to worry about. Also reading HP7. Marginal hope is restored.
I'm so emotional, and distressed, and frustrated, and over-heating, and unable to focus, and don't want to pack, but only have a couple of days to do it, and have to be out of this apartment before we're allowed into the new one, and have no way of moving my furniture downtown at all, and don't have enough time, and I just want to slam my fist into the wall and scream and cry for a good long time. Oh, look. Got the crying thing down.
I want to go back home, where I didn't have to worry about anything. I was actually happy for a couple days. Happy. It was nice.
Now it's just back to the shitty, over-stressed, no time to do anything, psychologically damaging life I lead. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I swear to the powers that be, if I survive until the end of the month, it'll be a pure miracle.
EDIT: Rented a UHaul. One less thing to worry about. Also reading HP7. Marginal hope is restored.