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the move went rather smoothly. i knew i would cry, and i did. couldn't help it. burst into tears right after i got back from my doctor appointment, and started packing all the last minute things. the new house is cute. i have a very limited amount of space that is "mine." pretty much just my bed and nightstand. a *tiny* amount of closet space. there are people here almost 24/7. i'm not used to this much socializing and it's starting to freak me out. i need a break, and no one understands that and just thinks i'm lame/weird for not going out with them and even hanging out all the time. or maybe that's just in my head. i dont know. i just feel like im the roommate who no one really likes that much because they're useless. i feel like i am perpetually depressed and always will be. i wish people didn't think it was weird to want to go to bed at 7:25pm and sleep until at least 10am. sleep. i almost feel like i can't function. this sure hit me hard.