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Why can't people just let me be happy?
That is the question I seek the answer to.
I've lived in the same house for 14 years now. I grew up in this house, I've cried over the loss of pets in this house, I've cried over broken hearts, shattered dreams and lost friendships in this house.
And what does that get me? NOTHING!
I'm an 18 year old living with my mother, and just randomly, she walks into my room and tells me she's putting our house up for sale..
There's to many memories here to leave it behind.
I can't just leave it behind! It's not just a house.. it's my home.. I don't want a new one..
I had my first kiss in this house, I held my cat in my arms for the last time, I've cried endlessly over things that didn't matter to anyone else but me in this house..
I just needed to vent.. I'm really upset about this..