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i am officially packing to move out.
its the strangest feeling to be moving out of the house i have lived in my whole life. 13 years... is a long fucking time. i'm only going to be 3, maybe 4 miles up the road.. but still. (god i am so fucking happy).
i told my mom today. she didnt give a shit, if anything she was fucking glad to be rid of me so she can finally have the office she has always wanted.
whatever.
i have to admit.. however happy i may be, i am still really scared. for many reasons, one of them being that i will be living with charlie. granted i pretty much live with him already, the only time i am ever at my moms is to shower, do laundry and sleep occasionally. but now he and i will be living in the same house. its just, odd and a little overwhelming. but nonetheless, this is my life and i feel like i am finally doing something with it.
fucking finally.